Justified Means (Book One) (The Agency Files) by Havig Chautona

Author:Havig, Chautona [Havig, Chautona]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Createspace
Published: 2013-01-07T05:00:00+00:00

“Ok, so I’ve got something to tell you, and I can’t do it without you getting mad, so I want you to promise not to yell at me until I’m done, ok?” Claire swallowed hard as she waited for Keith to agree. He would be angry, she knew that, but setting him up like that usually meant he’d be quiet about it.

“What’s up, kiddo? If you don’t want to do the pediatrician thing—”

“That qualifies as yelling.”

Keith stared at her, visibly stunned. “Trying to reassure you is yelling.”

“Speaking is yelling. Just listen. About a month ago, I was talking with this guy I met at a coffee shop over on 34th.” Claire wondered if he’d blinked too quickly or not, but then brushed it off as her overly active imagination. “Anyway, he took me out to dinner—to a cool club I’ve never been able to afford to go to—and then somehow you came up and he knew you.”

“What was his name?”

“Alek Anastas.” She waited. This was where he’d start yelling. She couldn’t blame him. She knew she’d been stupid, but she’d meant well. Shouldn’t that count for something? She waited for him to let her have it with both barrels, but instead, his eyes darted around them and then he grabbed her arm and literally pulled her into the garage.

“Do you have a spare helmet for that thing?”

“Yeah, I thought maybe—”

“Good, let’s get it into the back yard. I’ll get the gate.”

“What are you talking about? Didn’t you hear me?” Claire tried to protest, but he was already pushing the Harley through the side door of the garage.

“Let’s go.”

“You’re going to ride it?”

He pulled the gate open. “Get it into the alley. If you were leaving, what would you not leave behind?”

“I—”

“Don’t argue, tell me. Now.”

“I’d take purse, backpack with makeup and hair stuff, and a change of clothes or something. I always leave a note or call…”

“Call your parents and tell them you’re going to...” She watched ideas flicker through his mind and be rejected as each surfaced. Finally, he nodded. “Tell them you’re going to Stanford for a tour.”

“You’re telling me to lie.” Claire knew her jaw was hanging open in a way that was particularly unattractive on her, but this was her cousin and she was too stunned to care.

“Do it, squirt.”

While he dashed into the house, Claire took a few deep breaths, and then dialed her father’s phone. “Hey, guess what! I just got a call from Stanford and they’ve invited me to come for a tour! Keith has been pushing me to reconsider med school, so I sent out stuff last week and they already called!”

For the next three minutes, she went over her bogus itinerary, promised to give her father her room number as soon as she got it, and thanked him when he assured her that he’d deposit money into her account so she could really enjoy the trip. “Thanks, Dad. I know I’ll be busy, but I’ll try to check in often. I might be gone for at least a week.

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