Chapter 11
“Do you have any friends or family members involved in organizations that oppose US interests?”
I drawl laconically, “I have friends and family who oppose my best interests. You’d have to ask them if they’ve joined any organizations. I do know they meet together on frequent social occasions.”
By now, Fox has either plotted my murder or is enjoying my daring as I reply to her no-nonsense questions with my trademark sarcasm. I’m not quite certain, but I’d bet my left nut Pamola had to stifle a chuckle over that last comment. Still, Fox perseveres. “Are you certain?”
My sigh is drawn out. “Listen, I’m not exactly the poster boy they use to advertise Bumble BFF, okay?”
“I’m impressed you know what Bumble BFF is, sir.”
“I have friends with kids. I need to know exactly how to ruin their lives.”
“Now that sounds a lot more like you.”
“It does, doesn’t it?”
“So, if you didn’t meet your wife on social media, how did you two reconnect after so long?”
“Sheer happenstance.”
Fox’s eyes cut to Pamola, who confirms I’m again telling the truth. Her jaw falls open a bit. “Really?”
“Yes.” I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I had decided not to annoy the crap out of Cal by attending a party thrown by Libby. But I’ll be forever grateful to the annoying prick that I did.