“No.”
“Then who did?”
“That would ruin the mystery.”
I cross my arms.
“You expecting me tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
She shrugs slightly.
“Curiosity.”
I study her carefully.
“You don’t look like church staff.”
“I’m not.”
“Volunteer?”
“No.”
“Then what are you?”
She steps farther into the room.
The overhead lights catch the sharp intelligence in her eyes.
“Someone who understands what you’re walking into.”
“And what exactly is that?”
She glances toward the whiteboard again.
“Recruitment.”
I chuckle once.
“That’s a bold move.”
“Yes.”
“It’s also a mistake.”
Her eyebrow lifts slightly.
“Why is that?”
“Because people who recruit me usually regret it.”
The smile returns, a little wider this time.
“That’s what we’re hoping.”
