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I looked at both of them in confusion. “Did you not just hear what I told you? I was involved in a coverup!”

“I was involved in a coverup,” Red said mockingly. “Do you hear him? It’s just like when we had to pick up the sarcophagus. Always whining like a baby.”

“I did not whine,” I argued.

He cupped his ear. “What’s that? Did your voice pitch higher?”

“I think it did,” Eli grinned. “Maybe a little too high. You kind of sounded girlie.”

“I didn’t.”

“See, and right there,” Eli pointed at the ground. “A good foot stomp would go a long way in making your point. Sarah does it all the time.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Yes, Sarah.”

“What?”

I grinned, thinking of all the ways I’d get my revenge on him. “Sarah would be perfect. I’ll talk to Cash.”

I turned and walked out of the room.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Sarah is the daughter of a secret service agent,” I called over my shoulder. “And a very good pickpocket. If we’re going to take downthe senator, we’re going to need someone on the inside. And who better to do that than someone like Sarah?”

“You leave her out of this! She has to look after Horatio and Leonidas!” He ran ahead of me and held out his hands, blocking my route. “I take it back. You didn’t sound whiny.”

“I stand by what I said,” Red said from behind me.

“I take it all back. You sounded manly. Super manly. And buff. And mean.”

“Yeah, but Sarah really is the best for this job. She could go in as a secretary or something.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? She’ll get blown up or something. This is not the job for her!”

“Relax,” I said, slapping his shoulder. “I hear Fox has been training her with knives.”

7

ISLA

I sat on the porch,pushing the swing with my toe as I sniffed my cup of tea. There was nothing better than enjoying the simple pleasures in life like my favorite mug filled with some chai to start my morning off right.

The door pushed open and Riley stepped out in pajama pants and a loose top that barely stayed on her shoulders. She squinted into the rising sunlight, holding her own cup in her hand as she stumbled over to me. She plopped onto the swing, nearly spilling my tea in the process.

“It’s way too early to be up.”

“Johnny doesn’t think so.”

She glared at me. “Johnny is an image on a cup.”

I looked down at the handsome, shirtless man donning a cowboy hat as he graced the side of my mug. “I don’t think he would agree with you. He has feelings too, you know.”

“He can’t have feelings. He’s an image!”

“Don’t listen to her, Johnny. She’s nothing but a cranky lady who doesn’t understand who you truly are.”

I patted my cup lovingly, ignoring the weird look my sister was shooting me.