That… made absolutely no sense, but rather than show her confusion, Leah narrowed her eyes. “Fewer thieves, too. Or so I’d hope.” A direct dig at Caitie in retaliation for all the insults being thrown at her. It was weak, though, and made her realize just how out of practice she was at not giving a shit.
She let out a long sigh through her nostrils. It did make her wonder how the girl had heard of Evan’s nickname for her; it wasn’t something Leah encouraged for public use, considering the number of people who still disliked her. This was the very reason she didn’t like the queen nickname getting out.
“Oh, I’m sure. Probably that same someone who helped you break into my boyfriend’s apartment and steal it. How common do you think jewelry like that is, anyway? Same exact necklace that was reported stolen.” Part of her regretted not asking how Rory had convinced Caitie to admit to her sticky fingers. The other part of her wanted to do things her way.