Page 93 of Fourth Point Of Contact

“If she got it back, why is she still writing you letters instead of texting you like a normal person?”

Because it was Piper, and she was quirky like that. Not to mention, she probably saw it in one of her novels and thought it was more romantic. Not that she was interested in a romance with me, but I was her only shot at enjoying the game.

“You’d have to know her to understand.”

“Ah, so it’s one of those situations,” she grinned.

I didn’t know what situation she was talking about, but it didn’t matter. “Can we just focus on the job?”

She nodded, still grinning at me. “Right. The job. So, why are we spying on this guy again?”

We sat across from Edu’s father’s house, waiting for any sign of who the guy was and what his family life was like. So far, we hadn’t seen much. “Because it’s a job.”

“For who?”

I sighed heavily. “Do you always ask so many questions?”

“When I’m on a job? Yes.”

“This is off the books.”

“Ah, so it’s for a secret someone.”

By a secret someone, she meant my teammate, not that I would tell her that. “There’s no secret.”

“Then who is it?”

“Does it really matter?”

“Yes. It absolutely could. If I don’t know who the job is for, I might miss vital details.”

“You’re hardly a super spy.”

“I could be.”

I glanced sideways at her. “You were a thief. I’m not sure how that applies here.”

“You want information. I just happen to be great at breaking into places. We wait for the targets to leave, and then I break in and get whatever information can be obtained.”

It wasn’t a terrible idea, but I wasn’t exactly sure we’d gather any information by breaking in. I wasn’t sure what informationyou could get by searching for abuse. Wasn’t that usually evident by witnessing it?

“Look, whoever it’s for, I won’t say anything. I just like to know who I’m dealing with. It’s easier for me to look for clues.”

I weighed the options, knowing Edu’s feelings on the matter. But if anyone was qualified to keep this secret, it was a former thief. “It’s for Edu. This is his old man.”

“Wow,” she said, a little shocked by the information. “I was not expecting that.”

“And he won’t admit to it if you say anything.”

“I wouldn’t,” she said fiercely. “But why are we spying on him? What are we hoping to find?”

Again, I knew she wouldn’t be the one to rat us out, so I put my faith in her. “Edu’s old man killed his mom. His old man told the police it was a break-in.” I conveniently left out the part about Edu trying to kill him. That wasn’t my secret to tell. “Now, he’s remarried and Edu is worried his old man might be abusing his next family.”

Darkness washed over her face as she turned back to the house. “Can I kill him?”

I burst out laughing at that. “I don’t think that’s what he’s hoping for. I think he just needs to know that nothing bad is happening.”

“God, I really hate men like that.”

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