“How did your dad know that it was James?” asked Lucy wide-eyed. She was sitting crossed legged on her bed while Brea recounted the story. She had all but abandoned the bag of chips she had been eating as Brea told her all that had happened the night before.
“He hired an investigator," replied Brea. "He realized that in order for the Black Order to have that much access it had to be someone close to him. So he had the one person who he knew he could trust look into it.”
“Who?” Lucy leaned forward as she hung onto Brea’s every word.
“Mr. Fritz!”
“Whaaat?” her eyes got even wider at Brea's response. “That old grouch? He’s the last person I would expect.”
“Me too,” Brea chuckled. “Apparently he used to be my mom’s best friend. He took it pretty hard when she died.”
Lucy set the bag of c
