CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENJessica
My mouth must have resembled that of a landed grouper. My
lips kept flapping, but I couldn’t find the words.
“What?” Sadly, it was the most intelligent thing I could think
of to say.
Flattop smiled and reached into his back pocket. I tensed, then
relaxed, feeling stupid as he pulled out a wallet and opened it.
He handed me a card. It read Joseph Cotter, A-Team Security.
I gaped at the card, until I finally found my voice again,
hiding somewhere beneath my liver. “Wait. Are you telling me my sister hired
you as my bodyguard?”
Flattop (or Cotter, if that was his name) nodded. “Your
sister gave us the okay to tell you. She knew you were caught in something
bigger than you could imagine.”
“Hold on,” I said. “A couple of people have died.” I waved the
