EVE
I stand frozen, full of questions, while Michael shoves himself in front of me as if he's expecting a bullet. The look of desperation on his face only adds to my questions. Who is this woman?
"Well, I'm glad to see you're not deceased," the woman sighs. I peek around Michael and look at her badge. Carolyn Moss, FBI. And she knows Michael's full name.
That's not a good sign.
"Who are you and who am I to you?" Michael demands.
"As I said, we need to talk. Come with me and we'll get this sorted out." Her voice is rational...and peculiarly fatigued.
"Am I getting arrested?" Michael asks, and a cold stone drops into the pit of my stomach. I start to shake.
"Not at this point. However, there are some things you should know." She stays leaning on my Jeep as if she owns it, sparing me o
