John laughed, relieved that she had bought that horrible lie that made him sound like such a dork. He rubbed his cheeks and picked up his fork, turning back to his breakfast. "Yes, we are goofs," he said. "Especially when we're together. Mom doesn't know half of the trouble we get up to."

That was normal, wasn't it? Siblings plotting against their parents, normal kids did that and it wasn't so far off base. He had made Cameron promise not to tell his Mom certain things. At least the fabrication that Cameron was his sister was easy to stick to, even here.

"So, now that I've made a complete idiot of myself, maybe you can tell me what sort of place is this? I mean, I figure the cops wouldn't put me here without a reason. If they have, I better get myself a good lawyer, right?"