“He knows,” I whisper to Grayson. “I didn’t think we were telling anyone.”
“We’re not,” he mutters.
“Well, someone is talking,” Vern pipes in.
“Great detective skills, Sherlock,” Jensen tells her.
“You’re lucky we’re in a room full of people.”
“Or what?”
I ignore them and lean in closer to Grayson. “Who do you think it is?” I ask him.
He sighs, casting a glance around the room. My eyes also scan the room, landing on Isabel and Amina sitting in a set of armchairs with Omari standing behind them, scrolling through his phone. Their heads lean in closer as they talk.
“It could be anyone,” Grayson says at last. “They’re all just as likely to talk.”
“I have a few ideas,” Vern announces.
“Of course you do,” Jensen replies, “you always do.”
She raises a brow. “There’s nothing wrong with
