Chapter 9

“Oh come on, I’m not going to tell you that.” Jamal scoffed. “I’m a professional. Besides, man, it’s not like the name she gave me is likely to be her real name. Right?”

“Of course.” Lennon forced a weak smile to his lips. “Had to try.”

“I get it.” Jamal rolled his shoulders as the strains of some singer-songwriter crap came tinkling out of the speakers. “I do. I mean, this is probably pretty far outside your area of expertise. You’ve spent your whole life in safety. You’ve lived in suburbs and cities, and in labs. You’ve never been in real danger before.”

Lennon frowned. “I’ve never been in a war zone.” He squeezed his briefcase. There wasn’t much else for him to hold onto right now. “If you think that a guy like me’s never been in danger, though…”