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to get a deposit and have rented this place.  I had no idea you were living here.  I’m sorry, Colin, but there seems to have been some mix-up as we have rented this place and you were to have moved out by now.  Maybe your parents forget to tell you both you were moving and got the dates wrong for when you needed to pack your belongings and move out.”
    “You shut your lying mouth!” Nora had interrupted, ushering the kids up the stairs.  “You are a nasty little liar, you know that?”
    “Nora, shut up,” Nick had said, running a hand through his hair and glancing nervously at the police.
    Harper thought how cleverly Bradford had handled the situation.  He could see Colin was taking in what Bradford had said, and was trying to work out what was happening.  Colin leaned back on the couch, his arm casually slung around the back of Harper.  She, too, tried to look right at home.  It was hard, even with Colin by her side.
    “Mom, what’s going on?  You never told us anything about moving?  I don’t want to move.  I like living here, and don’t want to give up my friends at school,” Colin said, stopping at the foot of the staircase, looking from one person to the other.
    Clara began to get hysterical and begged her mom to let them stay in the house, as she didn’t want to move.
    Nora swore.  Both Colin and Clara froze.  They had never heard their mother swear in such a manner before.  Uncle Ben took her by the arm and steered her up the stairs, along with the children.
    Colin wouldn’t budge; he stood saying nothing, but stared intently at Bradford.  He knew his parents would never do something like what Bradford had suggested, especially if his mother had had a reaction like that, and wondered what game he was playing.  Harper tried to make herself smaller, to get out of that intense stare.  Colin seemed to like it; he met Bradford’s eyes and kept his gaze on him.
    “No one is going anywhere apart from these two.  Don’t listen to any more of their lies!” Nick said, waving them all away.  “Colin,” he said, specifically targeting his son, who looked like he was going to blow up.  “Go upstairs and wait until we’re done here.”
    Colin crossed his arms, giving the death stare to both Bradford and Harper.
    “Look, I don’t know what your game is, dude, but we’re going kick you and your—fiancée, is it?” Colin scoffed at Harper’s meek expression, looking like he wanted to throw something at her.  “You’re going to be out of here in no time at all.  You’ve messed with the wrong family, dude!”
    Colin didn’t wait for Bradford to respond.  He was up the stairs in next to no time at all, and knew he would need to be the man in the house until his dad got upstairs, and to reassure his sister everything would be okay.
    “Look on the bright side; at least we went for pizza for dinner tonight, so things aren’t all that bad, are they?” he asked Clara now, and she nodded, playing with the ends of her long blonde hair.
    Colin couldn’t relax.  He was thinking over his friendship with Bradford at school and trying to think as to what on earth was going on.  He had liked Bradford; sure, he had known he was a little strange, but he hadn’t been hesitant on being a good friend to him.  What the hell was he doing?
    “You’re right, that was a nice surprise,” Clara agreed.  She got up and listened through her door.  “I can’t hear anything,” she moaned, walking over to flop on her bed, burying her face in the blankets.
    They didn’t hear anything for more than a few minutes.  Colin wondered if Bradford and his little girlfriend had killed Mom and Dad.  Just as he was about to open the door to walk downstairs, the door opened.  Uncle Ben, adjusting his glasses in a calm manner, told them both to sit on the bed.
    “What’s going on?” Colin asked, complying as Ben sat down next to Clara and he; Clara had sat up.
    “We still aren’t sure,” Uncle Ben