Myles and River giggle uncontrollably, trying to keep up with the singing before dissolving into hysterics.
We even stop by Dunkin’ and get them donuts.
By the time we pull into their school, they’re hyper and bouncing in their seats.
“Okay, okay, inside voices,” I say, trying not to laugh as River practically sprints toward the entrance.
It feels almost… normal.
Like we’re a team again.
But as soon as we step into the classroom, Myles locks eyes with his new teacher and screams her name at full volume.
She looks terrified.
Like she’s reconsidering her entire career choice.
Logan and I exchange a quick glance.
And then, like a drive-by, we wave, kiss foreheads, and retreat.
Fast.
Logan practically peels out of the parking lot before the teacher can flag us down.
The laughter fades as we pull onto the main road.
And just like that… It’s quiet again.
Just the two of us.
I last about thirty seconds before I can’t take the silence anymore.
“So,” I say, pulling up a blank contact card on my tablet. “What’s her name?”
“Hayao,” Logan answers.
“Last name?”
He rubs the back of his head. “I… didn’t ask.”
I look at him. Logan is usually meticulous. Annoyingly thorough.
“You didn’t ask?” I repeat.
He shrugs slightly, eyes on the road.
“How’d you meet her?” I ask.
“What?” he says too quickly.
“I asked how you met the client,” I clarify slowly.
For a second, just a second, he looks guilty. What the hell!
“Oh,” he says. “Arnon heard they were looking for new security. It’s a club. A nightclub.”
“Nice.” I say, putting the tablet back in my bag. I stare out the window. He went to a nightclub yesterday.
