Frustration flares in his brown gaze alongside a dramatic bounce.“I need your help, Garcia.”
“Of course, you do.”My eyes roll on their accord.“Which law did you think was ‘optional’ now?”
“Yeah, it’s…alittttleeeeeemore complicated than that this sesh.”
“Meaning?”
“Once upon a time-”
“Never a good start.”
“-long, long ago-”
“Getting worse.”
“-I might’ve…accidently…on purpose…did some hacking that the prince of a countrynowmay or may not be labeling as foreign terrorism.”
“What?!” booms throughout the night sky.
“Or may or may not be threatening to get me extradited tohis countrywhere they will try me for foreign espionage.”
“Espionage?!”
“They can tie me to the front of a fucking ship, sail me out to international waters, andleave me thereto get eaten byJaws.”
There’s no stopping my head from sardonically tilting to the side.
“I shit you not, my guy.I actually looked it up.”
“How is that possible?!We have worldwide laws against inhumane actions such as that.”
“Take it up with The Hague on your own time.There isn’t room on mine.”
Worry immediately resumes its place in my expression.
“I’m pretty sure I’m royally fucked unless…I…help him find something.”
“Because you can find just about anyone or anything.”
Pride pulls the corners of his lips upwards.“Exactly.”
Godhelpme.
That grin alone is gonna get me thrown in a jail cell one of these days.
Or at the very least scheduled for a full-scale psych eval.
“Whatexactlyis it he wants you to find?”I slip my hands into the front pockets of my light suit pants.“Don’t be ambiguous.Be blunt.This conversation is privileged.”
“He wants me to findÉcume de mer Éternité,” Zero announces in impeccable French.
Huh.
When did he learn French?
And why’s his accent so damn immaculate?
Isthatwhat he’s been doing in his spare time when he should’ve been at poker with me?
