Page 75 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“Sir, we attend tonight,” she finishes.

“That’s excellent news, Collins,” he answers.

“Anything to add, Sinclair?” Cara asks.

“Well said. Tonight is the first time we’ll be in the Kingpin’s secret hideout. Nothing more to report until tomorrow.”

“Very well,” Dodger says.

He pauses on the video monitor. Normally, Dodger isn’t one to mince words, so it makes me feel uneasy that he’s debating something.

“Report back to me tomorrow.”

“Will do,” Cara answers for us.

She shuts the laptop screen down and turns her attention toward me.

“So quiet.”

“You had it covered.”

Cara twitches her lips for a moment.

“You did,” I continue.

“Okay. Whatever you say.”

Right as I’m about to ask her about Dodger, our front doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it,” I say as a way to leave the table.

Sliding out of the kitchen nook, I head into the living room toward the front door. As I’m about to answer it, the doorbell rings through the house once again.

I square my shoulders back and open the door. To my surprise, it’s Brad.

“Nice to see you, man. What’s going on?” I ask.

“We need to talk,” he says while looking from side to side.

“Everything okay?”

I notice his hands are in the front pockets of his pants, and he’s twitching more than usual.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure,” I answer as I gesture for him to walk through.

He does and immediately helps me shut the door behind him.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“Is everything okay?” Cara calls out.

“All good, love. It’s just Brad. He and I will be a few minutes in here.”

Cara comes out from the kitchen with a wide smile on her face.

“Brad. So good to see you. Can I get you anything to drink?”

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