For the rest of the week, Luther and I spent every quiet moment behind closed doors discussing exactly how we were going to approach Joanne. We went over every possible scenario, but the reality was always the same. If I was going to pull her aside for long enough to actually get answers, I needed a serious distraction. I needed someone to run interference, someone powerful enough to keep the eyes of the enemy busy without making it look like a coordinated hit.
The only person who came to my mind was someone I knew Luther would absolutely despise, but we were running out of time and options.
Luther must have seen the hesitation written all over my face because he stopped pacing and looked at me with those sharp, tired eyes. "What is it? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost," he said, h
