“If you want me, then come get me.”

~*~

“What?”

“I thought you knew him.”

“For a brief minute or two.”I shifted.

“I’ll tell you this, Archer doesn't do favors for just anyone. I was surprised when Sinister said that Devereaux would help you."

“He must have just thought of it as helping Sinister. I assure you it can't be me that he's helping.”

“Perhaps.”

“Perhaps.” I frowned in deep thought.

For the entire drive back to Sinister’s house, I fought myself to stop thinking about things that didn't need to be thought about at this time.

“This is where we part, Miss Becky.” Leighton smiled as he unlocked the car door.

Getting out, I smelled gratefully, “Thank you, Marc.”

As I was about to walk away, he called me.

“Becky, be careful.”

I smiled at the sincerity, “It’s my mantra, Marc.”

“No, you don’t understand. These people are dangerous. You seem like a nice girl, Miss Grey. For some reason, I don’t know if you are involved with them, but just be cautious. Trust no one.”

“I thought you were with them?” I frowned