Page 113 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“Yeah, Collins?”

“I’m glad I’m with you during these long nights.”

He gives me one of his breathtaking smiles.

“Me too.”

We get to work, going back and forth with theories and dissecting all the details we’ve found.

What we know is that sometime in the next week, there’s going to be a major meetup at a warehouse in Charlotte.

“Brad has to know.”

“Will he tell you?”

Grant runs a hand through his hair as he paces in front of the board. I stretch in my seat with my arms over my head.

“No. Brad may have warned me about all of this in a way, but he won’t tell me anything about this meetup.”

“What about Fred?”

“Fred?” he asks, confused.

“Yes, the guy from the barbecue.”

“Oh right, how could I forget.”

“What do you mean?”

“He tried to provoke me that day.”

“How so?”

Grant chuckles in disbelief.

“He said he wanted to taste your pie.”

“That’s so cheesy and odd to say.”

“Yeah. I wasn’t exactly pleased about it.”

As I settle back into my seat, realization dawns on me.

“Okay, that aside, he doesn’t seem very…”

I pause, debating how to word this.

“But he’s… How do I say this?”

Grant crosses his arms over his chest and leans against a nearby wall. The exhaustion is apparent.

“Don’t go getting polite on me now about this.”

“Very funny.”

I stand to stretch my legs and pace in front of him now.

“He’s not very smart. Like really, you know?”

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