Months later
"It's nice to finally meet you, Miss Kennedy."
"I'm afraid I can't say the same," I reply, shaking his hand before taking a seat. We were at the bakery I used to work at before I took the job Zean offered me at the secondhand auto shop. It was way better than serving drinks to rude customers. "How was your flight from Monaco?"
"Tiresome," Sam said. "But, nothing I can't handle."
"You said over the phone that you knew my father? Is that true?"
"Your father and I . . . we were thrown into unlikely circumstances, him and I. If anything, it is what got us together. I can't exactly go into detail considering I don't know how much he told you, or if he told you anything at all."
"Anderson?" I guessed.
"So, you know?"
"Yeah. I've got into a little bit of a pickle with him. Bu
