"Father is not happy, you are taking too much time," Mrs. Agosti mumbled, pretending to water the lawn as I strolled around, bored to death.
"Father can screw himself," I shot back, remembering what a narrow escape I had last night. "Who the hell was going to tell me that I will be playing FBI here? I almost got caught last night. I will do it in my own time. Tell him that. I am not enjoying this just so he knows," Mrs. Agosti shot me a shrewd look but didn't say anything further. She better not.
"You will be informed beforehand what to do next. Look out for those...cookies," She said after a while.
"Well, what am I going to do about the CCTVs in Leo's room? The application was in his phone and its double lock protected. Thumbprint and face lock," I muttered. "The face lock is a serio
