“If paranoia was a house, it would look exactly like this,” Bliss announced after she and Granger had thoroughly explored the Mason house.
The place reminded Bliss of homes she’d seen in California that belonged to tech sector venture capitalists. It had cameras everywhere and an entire room filled with monitors and servers. It had perimeter alarms and voice-activated automation. She hated it.
“I love it,” said Granger, more enthusiastically than she’d seen him say anything since he’d been released from the hospital.
“Of course you do. Let me rephrase. If an FBI agent was a house, it would probably look like this.”
FBI agentHe smiled. “To be honest, it’s probably overkill. That guy in the elevator was an amateur.”
“Moses loves it,” Bliss pointed out. “Look at him.”
The little Chihuah
