Page 97 of GAF Factor

“No, he’s the bait.”

“We’re setting the trap, and we’re the bait for the trap. He’s the fish.”

“Whatever. I liked my line better. I can’t say it’s time to go fishing. That just sounds weird.”

“We could say it’s time to go hunting.”

“How about it’s time to go blow shit up?”

I shook my head as we approached the man. “I can tell you’re married to IRIS.”

I started laughing and then stumbled right into the man, then caught his arm. “Oh, I’m so sorry. These stupid heels—” I looked up at him and paused. “Do I know you?”

“Um… you look familiar.”

I studied him for a moment, then brightened my face with a smile. “You’re friends with Shawn. My husband.”

“Isla? Oh my gosh, it’s been so long. How have you been?”

“Good, good! I can’t believe it’s you! This is my friend, Jane. Jane this is… Shoot, I can’t remember your name.”

“Mitch.”

She shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Hey, I just have to put this down,” he said, holding up a box. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere. I wanna catch up.”

“Okay.” I blew out a big breath as I spun around and faced Jane. “Oh my gosh, I thought I was gonna shit myself.”

“Good thing you’re not going commando like me.”

I burst out laughing, thankful for her humor. “Okay. What am I supposed to say?”

“Just keep him talking. You know what to do.”

“I know, but…God, I suck at espionage.”

“Just take a deep breath and repeat after me.”

I nodded, prepared for anything she could throw at me.

“I am Isla.”

I repeated it.

“I will get this information.”

Again, I repeated it.

“I will not be a pussy.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Isla, don’t make me kick your ass.”

“Isla, don’t make me kick your ass.”

“That’s not what you’re supposed to repeat.”

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