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“You know it can happen.” But I grimaced, accepting it was unlikely. Unless… “Could you have been fed the information?”
She blinked. “What?”
“You heard me. Let’s say she isn’t your cousin. But don’t you think it fucking smells rotten as hell that you bought a manifesto on the dark web, which led to you finding her mom and then Kat? Maybe you were pushed onto that path by someone else.”
“By whom?” she demanded. “The tooth fairy?”
“Whoever put her into CPS. Who was that by the way?”
She sighed. “Her records said she was brought in by a stranger who found her.”
“Well, that’s not suspicious. Or befitting our narrative.”
“Let’s say the manifestowasplanted. How would they know I’d be the one to buy it?”
“I dunno. I’m just saying anything’s possible. How did you find it? Dumb luck?”
Tugging on her bottom lip, she played with it, and I knew she was processing my argument. As wild as it was, nothing would surprise me in this throne of lies that was our basis foreverything.
In a flurry of movement, she exploded upright to grab her cell from where she was charging it. Then, she selected a name, hit dial, and placed it on speaker. “Don’t speak. They won’t appreciate hearing from you.”
“Why?”
“Because you have a dick.”
That was the only answer I got before:
“Long time no hear.”
The voice was distinctly British.
Star grunted but watched me as I leaned against the wall. “Have you missed me, Minerva?”
The other woman sniffed. “Your ego is still larger than North America.”
“Seeing as yours is as big as South America, I think we’re pretty even.” Star narrowed her eyes at nothing. “I have a question for you.”
“Why should I answer it?”
“Because we used to be friends and this is a massive deal.”
Minerva sighed. “Is this about the Sparrows?”
“It’s Sparrow-adjacent. Sort of.” She rubbed her eyes. “Have you heard of Operation: Jorgmundgander?”
Minerva was silent a second, then she called out, “Ovianar?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re still living together?” Star queried politely.
“That’s irrelevant.”
Star huffed. “Just trying to be friendly.”
“Don’t bother. We’re not friends.”
“Who’s that, Minnie?”
