“Plus I know basically nothing about you, so this was a good chance to find out if your house is full of surveillance equipment.” I blink. “Surveillance equipment?” “Landon and I have been taking bets on whether you’re in the FBI,” she provides helpfully. I squint at her. “And you think I’m in the FBI because…?” “I don’t,” she says. “Landon does. My guess is witness protection.”
