Everyone heads up the stairs. Jude and Parker talk to one another and we follow, passing a blank faced guard. We’re in the echo-y stairwell when I stop Davis. “Can I ask you something else?”
He pauses, a look of concern on his face. “Sure? What is it?”
“Do you trust him?”
His eyebrows furrow together. “Who?”
“Wyatt.”
I expect him to say yes. To reassure me. But instead he thinks for a moment before saying, “Wyatt is very good at his job. He’s a stickler about meeting expectations. He always completes the assignment.”
“What’s his assignment?” Other than protecting me.
He lifts an eyebrow. “That’s a question I can’t answer.”
“Because you know and can’t tell or because you actually don’t know?”
“I don’t know anything, Alex. I promise.” He may not know but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t suspect something.
Great. That makes two of us.