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“Why? What’s going on?” Will never cancels our Friday pizza and T.V. night if he can help it. Especially not when there’s a new episode of America’s Most Vicious Criminals.
“It’s work related. Something I can’t get out off. Will you record the show? We can watch it later.”
“Sure.” I get right down to it. “Travis and Rusty came by The Bistro this morning.”
“Don’t Travis and Rusty usually come by every morning for their coffee?”
“Yeah, but they ordered a lot of food.”
“Where’s this going?”
“They said it was for the police department, but that was a lie.”
Will sits back in his chair and looks at me. There are only five people in the world who know about my special gift. My parents, my brother Sebastian, Travis’s dad (who I told just a few days ago), and Will.
But there’s one thing about my lie detecting skills that Will and the others aren’t aware of. Will is the only person I know who I’ve never caught in a lie.
Not because he doesn’t lie, because let’s face it, everyone lies. But I’ve never caught Will in any sort of deception. Which is odd, but I figure it’s because my feelings for him must somehow get in the way.
“So after they left The Bistro, Paco and I kind of followed them and naturally, I was right. The food wasn’t for the police.”
“Kind of followed them?”
“We one hundred percent followed them. But don’t worry, they didn’t see us. I made sure of that.”
Will shakes his head the way he does whenever he disapproves of one of my schemes. “Lucy, what are you up to now?”
I lean forward. “Hear me out. I followed them to Dolphin Isles. They parked their squad car along the side of a road. Then this guy jogged by and Travis handed him the food real sneaky like. Then a couple of minutes later, Travis and Rusty took off and I followed the jogger to a house on a cul-de-sac.”
“And?”
“And? You don’t find that suspicious?”
“Maybe this guy is a friend of theirs.”
“I know everyone in town. I’ve never seen this guy before. Plus, I found out from Kitty Pappas that the house the guy went into is being rented by a couple of honeymooners.”
He absorbs this for a few seconds. “The Bistro doesn’t deliver. Does it?”
“No, but—”
“A couple on their honeymoon have someone deliver food to them. They sound like a regular Bonnie and Clyde.”
“A dozen muffins? Six sandwiches? That doesn’t sound like something a couple on their honeymoon orders out.”
Will’s blue eyes glint with humor. “Maybe they’re into kinky food fights.”
“So they have the cops delivering them food?”
“Lucy, you can’t go around following people and making wild assumptions. I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation. Just ask Rusty or Travis what they were doing.”
Not the attitude I’m looking for.
I can’t very well ask Travis or Rusty what they were doing without giving away that I was following them, and Will knows it.
“Put all that energy you have into something productive. Like making sure everything is ready to go when the Cooking Channel film crew comes on Monday.”
“You sound like Brittany.”
