Chapter 4: Possums and Surveillance
They spent the rest of the evening on the Yarborough’s porch. Margaret’s peach cobbler turned out to be a tasty dessert: fruit baked into an open-faced pie, served warm with vanilla ice cream on the side. The girl blushed at the praise from both agents, and hurried back inside to help her brother with the dishes, even after he complained that she was “butting in” on his chores.
Dr. Yarborough stared out over the lawn. “I just don’t know what to do, gentlemen. I want to keep my family safe. I don’t want the other side to obtain my formula. But I don’t want to leave my home.”
Vincent leaned back in his seat and propped his feet on the rail once more. “And we understand that, Doc. Nobody likes to relocate, and I’d be lying if I said everything was going
