My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
I thought about Sophia pulling my sleeve in the dining room.
The black box under her chair.
The rabbit on the table.
“I can do it.”
Elena closed her notebook and put it in her bag.
“Then it’s time.”
Marcus was already by the front desk when I cleared the metal detector, his coat folded over one arm like a man waiting for a table.
He checked his watch before he looked at me.