Bab 11: Chapter 11

They finally left to do, well, whatever it was they do. Trent told me he had a meeting with a client at their place of business. “Feel free to wander, or find something to read,” he said, gesturing to the bookshelf beside the window.

The books, I found out, were all related to what the agency does. I chose one about how to disappear, and how to track someone who had. Considering my situation, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to know about it from both sides in case I had to go on the run.

I was deep into the logistics of creating a new identity when Trent returned. He chuckled when he saw what I was reading, saying I pretty much had a lot of it down pat already, given how I’d been living for the last couple of years. He had a point.

“I’ve got a few minutes, so let’s see what I can do with the photo we found last night,” he said, opening the email he’d sent to his work computer last night.