“Emi, come here.” She takes my elbow and leads me to the sofa to sit. “What’s got you so freaked out?”
“What if we’re discovered?”
“How? We are completely anonymous, or did you forget?”
“I didn’t forget, but even anonymous can be uncovered.”
“Yes, but we’ve taken a lot of steps to be careful. Calm down.”
She mimics deep breathing by inhaling and exhaling loudly, encouraging me to do the same. I take a few breaths, blowing them out and trying to release the stress. Oddly, it works, and I’m calm enough to explain my rationale.
I tell her about my conversation with Walker last night and the surprise of learning Marcus was handling their divorces.
“Okay, I can understand the initial shock, but now, it’s done.”
“You’re right,” I agree. “We’re fine.”
“I personally think it’s cool to have a divorce lawyer in our crew. We can punt business his way without him knowing. Then we can let him buy us twenty-dollar martinis knowing we earned them. It’s like taking from the rich and scummy and paying us back.”
“That’s a terribly demented Robin Hood reference.”
“Maybe, but it’s true.”
“I guess I freaked because of the close connection, but you’re absolutely right. We’re not doing anything illegal, and the chances of Walker findin
g out are slim.”
“Right, so are you cool now?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good, because we have a new client.”
“I saw the email. What’s going on?”
“This one’s a little out of our wheelhouse.”
“How so?”
“We’re being hired to follow a woman.”
“We’re women. Shouldn’t be too hard.”
“It also requires us to go to Myrtle Beach.”
“When?”
“This weekend.”
“All weekend?”
“Saturday night only.”
“Okay,” I agree.
“Now, we have to think about our cover story.”
“What do you mean?”