She gets up. "I'll give you the night to realize what you're doing right now." The chair almost sabotages her in-one-go-get-up, the legs stuck around her plaster leg. "Fuck."

"There were two shovels, but I know no-one will admit to doing illegal things with Spencer Waters Jr. His bad name might be contagious. His brawn towards the wrong person at the wrong time might end him up in a serious jail, instead of this bumfuck place in Siren Cove. Do you want help, or am I the only one allowed to see you at a new low point?"
Lou grabs onto the chair. "What does it look like, were you set up? Photoshopped picture? I can have you out with one legitimate answer, at least for the night. I'm just not here for your-

I hate my fucking life", she mutters. "Spencer, do you want help or someone to grumble to?"