“Let’s make a deal, Pete,” I say. “Something I could do as a favor to you in order to stay in the background.” Parker goes completely still. It’s almost creepy, like one of those moments in movies where all the animals in the woods stop making noise because something terrible is out there, poised to attack. I frown. “What?” “Nothing.” Parker lets go of the paper and pushes her chair back, putting more distance between us. The chair makes several loud popping sounds but, miraculously, it still doesn’t break apart. “Parker.” She busies herself looking through a drawer, her dark hair falling over
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