It was dawning on me that Wit was approaching Assassin exactly like Claire—offensively and astutely, already planning and plotting. He wouldn’t be searching The Farm for a good hiding spot anytime soon. “So instead of you sniffing around and asking everyone and their mother who Michael’s uncle’s daughter is,” he continued, “I’d be your go-to source.” “And instead of solving the mystery of Honey’s brother’s third wife,” I said, liking this more and more, “I’d lay out her entire schedule for you, tell you her favorite Pilates studio in Vineyard Haven.”
