AVA
Today was the day that we had originally planned to go to the
Immersive Van Gogh Exhibit. Given the fact that somebody was stalking me, we had to cancel our plans.
Cory was upstairs in his room, sketching. I was grateful he was in a better mood than he was yesterday. Theo and I were downstairs in the living room. He was busy making several calls while I surfed the channels on his TV, bored out of my mind.
“No, not Henderson,” Theo said. He was in bodyguard mode. To the point, sharp, commanding. “Henderson’s full of hot air. I don’t care if he worked with the Secret Service. We both know that he was the spare to take over for holiday shifts. No, I don’t want him on Miss Cruise’s security detail.”
The back and forth went on for a good hour. The person on the other end of the line —
