Wordle #1097 – SCENT
“It doesn’t really matter whether she wants to talk to you or not—say you have to speak with her about Roin. Make her feel important, like the company needs her input at a shareholder meeting or something.”
“That could work…” Kevin’s nodding now, holding his chin.
“It will work! You’re good at bullshitting.”
I mean it as a compliment, and Kevin accepts it with a grin, but he doesn’t agree to the plan right away. He snatches up a piece of BBQ pork, its sticky, savory scent wafting across the table, and chews on it thoughtfully for a minute.
“So—” He swallows. “I’d just have to meet Bree for coffee or something? That’s it?”
“Well, I’d need your spare key to get into their house, too. You have one, right?”
If he doesn’t, then my entire scheme is hosed, but I assume he must. Roy shared just about everything with Kevin.
“Yeah, I do, but… I don’t know, Cecilia. This sounds like a bad idea,” Kevin waffles. “You would be in a lot of trouble if you got caught, right?”
That’s for sure. I’d be violating the crap out of my bail conditions: no contact with Bree, no matter how indirect. Not to mention the whole trespassing thing. Go directly to jail, do not pass GO, do not collect $200.
But what I say is—
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