Veronica.
“He knows!” Uncle Bernard whispered as soon as he walked into the apartment.
I shut the door behind him and sat down on the bed I had doubled up in the basement. It was my only way to make sure that no one was tracking me.
“What’s with the bat?”
“I think he is watching me somehow. I am just making sure that no stranger is peering at my doorstep. How else would he have found you if you didn’t tell him?”
“I didn’t get time to tell that to—” He bit his lip. “But it doesn’t even matter. All you should worry about is that he knows and he has evidence.”
I was fuming. “What do you mean you didn’t know? I sent you there to get this risky!”
Uncle Bernard stood to his full height. For a second, there was a beginning of a thought that a spark of luck would fly out of his
