I’m messaging you live from Venice Parker just tried to row a gondola. It did not go well. There’s currently a very angry woman yelling at us in Italian.
 
 ZACH:
 
 Is she hot?
 
 AUTUMN:
 
 Zachary!
 
 ZACH:
 
 What? If you’re going to get yelled at, it might as well be by a woman with good cheekbones and kissable lips.
 
 HUDSON:
 
 Please don’t harass the locals. And tell Parker to stop trying to row things. He’s a thrower not a rower.
 
 AUTUMN:
 
 I’ve tried. Believe me. Anyway, how are you all? I miss you. How’s Liberty?
 
 HUDSON:
 
 Same old same old. We’re all good. Asher is being a pain in the ass though.
 
 AUTUMN:
 
 Wait, Asher is on Liberty?
 
 I roll my eyes. Even as a kid Autumn loved to be at the center of everything. And she hated to be the last to know a secret. I also remember how easily distracted she is.
 
 ASHER:
 
 Yes I’m on Liberty. Doing some work for Hudson. By the way, has anybody heard from Eden? I’m kind of worried about her.
 
 There, that should do it. The last thing I need is Autumn asking me questions about Francie.
 
 AUTUMN:
 
 Not since the last chat.
 
 HUDSON:
 
 I swear to God if she’s been arrested again?—
 
 My lips curl, because I know just how to throw a grenade into the works.
 
 ASHER:
 
 I’ll ask one of my team to track her down. It shouldn’t take too long.
 
 I smirk because that’s a lie, it would take a lot of time. The CIA could learn some tricks from Eden. She knows how to hide.
 
 EDEN:
 
 Oh my God, chill Asher! I’m fine. I just have really bad reception. We’re working on a project in the mountains and I can be without signal for days.
 
 ZACH: