It's the first time I've managed to get him on his own, and as he looks at me with those hazel eyes...
That I somehow know better than my own, I'm sure.
He can't be a government spy--he just can't.
But how do they even find out if someone is?
Is it like in one of those movies where they test for microchips or something?
And if so, would there be proof on him that he was telling the truth about being an accountant or … whatever it is he does?
I shake my head and take a sip from his Coke before continuing—wanting to sound confident as well as reassured by what this means.
