15 Cover-Up
TrysKa watched from the kitchen as Alex’s back retreated down Maverick’s ramp.
“Close the ramp,” she said, and it creaked as it lifted into place.
Ximena had been pouring over her scroll at the table. When the ramp clicked shut, she turned to TrysKa.
“If you’re up to something, don’t tell me.”
“Knox asked if Alex and I were up to something?” TrysKa picked up the sterilized forks from the sink and put them away in the drawer, each perfectly placed atop the other.
“And I was able to answer honestly that I hadn’t heard anything,” Ximena said. “You know I can’t lie to my man.”
“Well, you helped a lot last night,” TrysKa said with a lilt in her voice. “Excellent distraction.”
Ximena cackled. It was her version of a giggle but sounded like a witch stirring her brew of evil.
