“I thought you said that guy in Psych was called Nigel,” I hissed at Sin while I ran. “Everyone’s a Nigel if I can’t remember their name, kitten, duh.” “That’s not a thing,” I shot back, making it beyond the agents and racing downstairs even faster than before. “Of course it is. There are no real Nigels, sex pot. That’s just a myth the government want us all to believe. It’s a damn conspiracy and I refuse to buy into it.”
