“I have… Alexander here with me”—whoa that felt weird saying it out loud like that to someone—“and he asked me to call you. We’re in a bit of a, uh, pickle.” Crickets chirped in the background. Not really, but they should have. Peeking at the man in front of me, I was surprised to see him looking oddly calm. Apparently, his name wasn’t a secret to whoever Agatha was. Then it hit me. Was this someone special? He’d said he wasn’t married, but….
