Her eyes widen. “Interesting. What do you like to read?”
I shrug. “Military thrillers and sometimes sci-fi. Now tell me about your family.”
She stares at me, smiling.
“What?” I ask.
“I’m trying to picture you sitting back in a chair, reading.”
“Trying to picture me, huh?”
Her cheeks flush. “Reading. Only reading.”
She glances down at the table, and her hair covers part of her face.
“I have a younger brother. He lives in Connecticut, not too far from my parents. My parents are both retired and spend most of their free time taking cruises, so I don’t see them very much.”
She grabs the pen and paper where we were keeping score and begins to draw small doodles. I wonder if this is a nervous habit.
“Did you see your parents much when you were growing up?”
She shakes her head. “No, they both worked long hours. I spent most of my time with my brother. He’s only one year younger. We’re close.”
“That must have been hard with your parents gone a lot.”
She shrugs. “We turned out fine.”
“Growing up in Connecticut explains something,” I say.
She arches a brow. “Explains what?”
I suppress my smile as I sense she’s getting defensive. I shouldn’t like poking at her like this but dammit, I do. “It explains why, when you submitted the tip to the FBI, you said the warehouse was in New York City.”
She frowns. “Because it is.”
“It’s on Staten Island.”
She rolls her eyes.
My phone buzzes. “It’s a text from Stevens. She said they lost eyes on Bob. But he was last seen in Brooklyn.”
“That’s good, right? He’s not coming here,” Savvy says.
“Yeah, it’s good. Hope he stays there,” I say as I put my phone down.
She grabs the deck of cards. “Let’s finish our game.”
“Okay, after one more question.”
She sighs. “What is it?”
“Why do you dislike military guys?”
Several emotions cross her face, but she finally smiles. “I don’t dislike military guys.”
“Bullshit. The moment you found out I was one, your attitude toward me changed.”
She sighs and leans back in her chair. “You’re right. I’m sorry about that.”
