Page 122 of Tell Me All Your Lies
Taby’s eyes narrow.
“I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“Whatever you say, boss.”
“Someone will be in touch.”
I take that as my cue to leave.
As I head back to a waiting Cara in the car, I realize that Taby let a truth slip in there. Cordelia doesn’t trust us for some reason. If Cordelia is Taby’s right-hand woman, then I need her to trust us.
There has to be something we can do if it becomes necessary. At least until then, Cara and I need to try and fly under the radar unless Fred’s house comes up as a dead end.
Tomorrow, we’ll know what our game plan has to be.
EIGHTEEN
Cara
With the recentevents that have transpired, we’re putting it all on the line, assuming Fred has been careless. That he is as foolish as we think he is and will have the information somewhere in his home.
I know in my gut that I’m right about this. I have to be.
Staring out the front window, I wait for Fred and Brad to come over. I cross my arms and pace in front of it in hopes that one of them will arrive soon.
I’ve set up a whole spread of dishes for them to eat, arranged different types of beers, and we even subscribed to a new channel to get the game. We know that, locally, everyone roots for the Stingrays, a Charleston-based team.
“You don’t have to do this,” Grant says.
My head snaps over to where he waits against the bottom of the staircase. He’s dressed casually in a green, long-sleeved Henley and a pair of dark jeans.
“And you look delicious,” I say.
He smiles briefly, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“I’m serious, Cara. Let me figure out a different way to break into Fred’s. I’m sure I could even convince him to just invite me over.”
I let out a long sigh and stop pacing altogether.
“We’re out of time, Grant. You know this.”
“We can figure it out. I don’t feel right about you going over there. Not with the way Fred’s looked at you and that pie comment.”
“He’s harmless,” I counter.
“But we don’t actually know that. Nothing is what we assumed it would be when we first got here. Look at Aria. Did you see that coming?”
Okay, well, he has a good point there. I didn’t see that one coming.
“Exactly,” he finishes.
“I’ll be gone for only a few minutes. In and out. I won’t search his whole house. I won’t have to. Don’t you see? It’ll be easy.”
“Easy,” he says, drawing it out.
“Yes.”
“I won’t stop you, but I don’t have to like it.”
