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“Oh, oh, okay,” Carly said, waving her arms around dramatically, “I’ll just go dosurveillanceon Chris Helmsworth for a couple of days. Take pictures of him dancing in his underwear when he thinks nobody’s looking.”
“That is not… why would you assume Chris Helmsworth dances in his underwear when nobody’s looking?”
Carly shrugged. “Hey, it’s my fantasy. I can think whatever I want.”
“Whatever. I just need your car today.”
“You have your super fast sexy motorcycle. You could do surveillance from that and look like a super spy from the movies.”
“No, I cannot do that,” Piper explained carefully. “He knows that bike, and would spot me a mile away. Plus, people on motorcycles stand out.”
“Yeah, especially in a leather scuba suit.”
“It’s not a… look, Carly. Your car blends in.”
“I’d say. It’s a piece of shit.”
“It’s fine. It was mine in college.”
“Yeah, and it was old then. Now it’s like a horse that needs to be put out to pasture.”
“The point is, nobody will notice it. It will just fade into the background, which is what I need so that I can follow Pony without him ever knowing I was there.”
“I knew it! Youarefollowing that hot guy!”
“Carly.”
“Fine, fine,” Carly said. “Is that why you’re dressed like you’re in the midst of a major depressive episode?”
Piper glared at her. “I am wearing my Gray Girl outfit.”
“What?”
“Gray Man is a term they taught us in at the Bureau,” Piper explained. “It’s the guy who’s so nondescript that he fades into the background, becomes invisible. He’s right there in front of you, but he’s so boring and average that you never take notice of him.”
Carly gestured at Piper’s outfit. “So a Gray Girl wears a plain baggy sweatshirt and puts her hair up in a ponytail?”
“Along with a baseball cap that doesn’t have any logos on it, yes. I want people to look right past me.”
“That should do it.”
Piper plucked Carly’s keys out of her purse, moving for the door before her sister could raise any more protests.
“I don’t know how long I’ll be, so…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Carly said. “Stay here. Hang out. Grow barnacles on my butt. Like I have been doing.”
“Your butt looks good with barnacles,” Piper said on her way out of the front door.
Carly’s car was a perfect Gray Girl vehicle. An old VW Jetta, it had about a hundred million miles on it, but it still ran like a champ. Even better, covered in little dings and scratches suffered over the ages, it didn’t look like anything special, but blended right in and attracted zero attention.
When she was settled behind the wheel, she got out her phone and called her boss. Harris was listed in her phone under DAD, just in case anyone got their hands on her phone or were looking over her shoulder at some point when she called.
“Oh, hello, sweetheart,” he said when he answered.
“It’s okay,” Piper said. “I’m alone. In the car.”
“Very well, Special Agent Marino,” Harris said. “What is your report?”
