Chapter 5
“Then how did you and your wife meet?”
I can practically feel the warm ocean breeze caress my face.
Just as Agent Fox opens her mouth to tell me to answer, I again try to narrow the scope of Fox’s questions.
“Look, yesterday was a long ass day. Can you skip the bullshit drain circling and just get to the questions you actually give a damn about?”
Her eyes narrow on my face. “That isn’t how it works.” What she leaves unsaid is, and you know it.
My lip curls. “Fine.”
“I’ll ask again, how did you and your wife meet?”
“Accidentally.”
“Where did you and your wife meet?”
“At a Luke Bryan concert in Playa del Carmen, Mexico.”
Pamola shakes her head. Fox sneers at me. “Want to try again?”
I release a beleaguered sigh. “Fine. It was while Brendan Blake was playing at the Luke Bryan concert in Playa del Carmen.”
Fox turns to Pamola, who nods. “Truth.”
She crosses her arms. “So, you like country music?”
“Yes.”
“Is that why you were at the concert?”
This is where being me sucks. I answer truthfully, “No.”