Chapter 11

Cypher was open about everything, innately sensing the need to put a good foot forward and express his benevolent intentions toward me. Finally satisfied—after being talked off the ledge from getting a police report and doing a full background check—Les agreed to have Cypher as a tenant.

“You guys want to stay for a game of Trivial Pursuit?” Damien asked.

I looked at Cypher. “You up for it? These guys are good.”

“I think we can take ‘em,” he replied, his grin wide.

I sensed a hint of competitiveness in him and wondered what I might be unleashing on the world.

“Bring it on,” I said and flexed my tiny arm muscles.

Everyone laughed, and we set the game in motion, playing as two teams.

Les, of course, knew about all things to do with country music. I knew a little, but Cypher went head to head with him. Damien and I watched in fascination as the two men faced-off, going for the jugular. Sports was easy for all of us, and I found out Cypher was a history buff, too.