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"Wow, Archer the punisher, huh?"
"Yeah, sometimes, if a child predator is being arrested by me, he might come back to the station with a bruise or two on his wrists. But nothing like murder or too much bodily harm. Do you think I'm a shit person?"
She shakes her head, looking at me with something I can't quite place. "No, I think you're fair for the right crime. I couldn't be an agent arresting these people. I'm too violent for that."
I look her up and down, "You being violent, little fox? I couldn't imagine so."
"My uncle, the one who raised me, is a bad man. But the best uncle ever. He taught us accordingly."
Now I'm looking at her with bewilderment. What does she mean by that? "Who's your uncle?" I wonder if she'll actually tell me.
She looks me dead in the eye, "Marcelo Buchanan."
"You're a Buchanan?" My eyes widen in horror. I was not expecting the notorious crime boss to leave her lips. He's been on our FBI watchlist forever. Nothing ever comes back to him, though. I mean nothing. He also is in the same business as Liam. I've met him a few times in the past. Damn. He's been out of our hair for a couple months now. I wonder if she knows.
"In a way, yes. And don't you worry, I told Nisa about it. I also am on a sort of watchlist to make sure I'm not leaking information. But since I deal with the already dead, I'm not too much of a threat. But that's why our station does not deal with any of my uncle's supposed' activities."
In all my life, I never imagined this. I wonder what he's
taught her. Does he include her in his activities? I couldn't imagine her being a killer. They wouldn't allow her to work in an FBI building if so, right? "Have you-"
"No, me and my sister were kept in the dark with all his affairs. He was simply a loving uncle who had bad reactions when someone said his name, nothing more, nothing less." She's looking at me with fire in her eyes, seeing if I'll question that. But I know better than to push people that have others in power.
I never pictured her to be the one that might be dangerous. I wonder if she has a gun stored in this tiny apartment. Does she sleep with one on her nightstand?
"Let's get off this topic, shall we?" I don't want to scare her off if she thinks I'm interrogating her. However, sooner or later, I do want to know what her backstory is all about. What happened to her parents? "Are you ready for bed, or do you have any more prying questions for me?"
"I'm a little sleepy, but can we ask a few more questions in my bed?" She asks this like a question. Like I would say no to something so innocent as lying in bed with her and talking.
"I could definitely lay down and talk."
"I have a TV in there, too, so we can always have that on, too. Follow me."
Like a lost little cub, I'm following her to her room. When she opens it, it's neat and spotless. "Wow, you really clean up in here, huh?"
"I like peace and quiet in my bedroom, and that includes messes. It's really the only room I keep clean. I don't know why because I never have that many guests that stay in here."
I find that hard to believe; she's beautiful. A man would be lucky to be in here, lying next to her. Her comforter is the only thing with color in this whole house. It's a deep purple with little black flowers on the bottom. Kind of looks like something out of Twilight. "I like your bed."
"Oh, that's embarrassing. I need to switch it, but it's the softest thing I've ever laid under. It's from when I was in high school." She moves to get into bed, and I follow her under the covers. And damn if she's not always right. This is comfortable. I turn to face her.
"What's your favorite food Daph?"
"I love pasta. Anything that has a noodle in it. I think my
favorite is farfalle noodles, though. I also love broccoli cheddar pasta. It's amazing. What about you?"
"I like a good prime rib sandwich. I feel like that is so different than anyone responding to that question. Still, it's my favorite to order when I go to a steakhouse."
"I've never had one. Is it that good?"
I'm a little shocked. "It's the best thing that's ever been in my mouth. Well, except for you."
She throws a pillow at me. Where the heck did that even come from? "Maybe you'll take me so I can get one. If I like you tomorrow."
"You already like me? I'm touched."
She rolls her eyes and stifles a yawn. "I think we should go to sleep. I'm tired."
