Page 97 of GAF Factor
“No, he’s the bait.”
“We’re setting the trap, and we’re the bait for the trap. He’s the fish.”
“Whatever. I liked my line better. I can’t say it’s time to go fishing. That just sounds weird.”
“We could say it’s time to go hunting.”
“How about it’s time to go blow shit up?”
I shook my head as we approached the man. “I can tell you’re married to IRIS.”
I started laughing and then stumbled right into the man, then caught his arm. “Oh, I’m so sorry. These stupid heels—” I looked up at him and paused. “Do I know you?”
“Um… you look familiar.”
I studied him for a moment, then brightened my face with a smile. “You’re friends with Shawn. My husband.”
“Isla? Oh my gosh, it’s been so long. How have you been?”
“Good, good! I can’t believe it’s you! This is my friend, Jane. Jane this is… Shoot, I can’t remember your name.”
“Mitch.”
She shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Hey, I just have to put this down,” he said, holding up a box. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere. I wanna catch up.”
“Okay.” I blew out a big breath as I spun around and faced Jane. “Oh my gosh, I thought I was gonna shit myself.”
“Good thing you’re not going commando like me.”
I burst out laughing, thankful for her humor. “Okay. What am I supposed to say?”
“Just keep him talking. You know what to do.”
“I know, but…God, I suck at espionage.”
“Just take a deep breath and repeat after me.”
I nodded, prepared for anything she could throw at me.
“I am Isla.”
I repeated it.
“I will get this information.”
Again, I repeated it.
“I will not be a pussy.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Isla, don’t make me kick your ass.”
“Isla, don’t make me kick your ass.”
“That’s not what you’re supposed to repeat.”
