Page 15 of Undercover Emissary


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“Don’t call me that.”

“It’s a compliment, you know.”

“Whatever.”

“Come on, just tell me.”

“All right. I did see someone in the garage, but I don’t think he had anything to do with the report of a deal.”

“What made you notice him?”

“He gave me the creeps.”

“Where was he when he creeped on you?”

“He didn’t do anything on me. He was in the garage, near your car, actually. Although at the time, I didn’t know it was yours.”

“What did he look like?”

“Asian.”

Cope shook his head. “Now I understand. You thought I was going to call you out on it.”

“No…” God, why was I lying about it? “Yes.”

“It’s okay. You have to describe him somehow. What else do you remember about him?”

I shook my head. “Nothing.” My mind was reeling, wondering how he’d managed to get me to tell him about the guy.

“It’s okay. There are security cameras. We’ll take a look when we’re at the courthouse tomorrow.”

“You will. I won’t.”

“What does that mean?”

“I have to figure out what to do about my car.”

“Done.”

“What’s done?” I smacked his hand when he started to take another piece of baklava.

“Ouch.” He shook his hand. “I’ll get you more.”

“Tonight?”

“Do you want to hear what I did about your car?”

I folded my arms. When he stood and turned his back, I took the last two pieces of the sweet, sticky, Greek dessert. He spun around, looked at the empty container, and then at me.

“So…what did you do?”

“I bought a battery. We’ll switch it out with the old one, and you’ll be good to go.”

I shook my head. “It isn’t that simple. I had it towed. The roadside guy said it was probably my electrical system.”

“It isn’t.”

“What are you, a car guru?”

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