Page 32 of Privilege

“She talked about you and she asked about a man named Zeph, with red hair.”

“One of the new recruits. I’ll ask Zeph about this first thing tomorrow,” I assure him. “We’ll get more answers.”

“We will,” my father agrees. “I need to know what her deal is, why she followed him up here. Is she working for the PS? Is she some kind of spy?”

“She’s a kid,” I scoff.

“You’re a kid and you’re a spy,” he growls back.

Well, that might be true. But I’ve met operatives and Amity was nothing like that. Curious, sure, but not like the battle-hardened women the PS sends up here to the Embassy.

“She says she’s on her way up here. If she makes it, she will need to be found. You and Zeph will deal with this and report back to me.”

“Yes, sir,” I agree.

“And Vale,” my father says, his nose wrinkling, “take a shower, buddy.”

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