Damn, that rain is sideways.
At least it is warm in here.
What a dive, these vinyl seats are sticky.
Phil loves dives. He never stops eating.
“What’s that, Phil?”
“Did she text you?”
“Did you text her?”
“Then, what are you doing on your phone?”
“She is at her mother’s house.”
His fork stopped, hovering just close enough to the next bite. The fake maple syrup dripped off the pancake and onto his thigh. Phil knew Aydin was not telling him something.
“What did you do?”
“I can track her phone. She always goes home to her parent’s place in Lone Tree. She feels safe there. She thinks I won’t go there and drag her ass out into the street.”
“You won’t, and you know it. Allison’s dad won’t let you do something stupid, like dragging her into the street. That didn’t go so well last time. Her dad loves you more than he loves her. He won’t let you do something stupid.”
“Yeah, Pops is good people, but her mother is a bitch just like her. Two peas in a pod.” “Why did you marry her? You have known her family since you were five. What’s the deal with her mother and your father? How come they kept getting stationed on the same bases?
“Pops, I get. He was spying before we were born. Why did Pops marry Allison’s mother? Never mind, I’ll ask Pops. You had to know what Allison is like before you married her. You knew why you were saying the forever I Do. What’s the deal?”
Phil’s timing is terrible.
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Is Aydin willing to kill who they lure into the light?
Aydin and Phil can’t keep everyone alive.
Pops, Allison’s father says, let them all die.
Software development is a perfect cover for a spy. Aydin’s new software is worth billions, but there are only three or four possible buyers.
With his phone based AI App, every face posted to TikTok, Facebook, Instagram, or anywhere in the Cloud, is guaranteed identification.
With his App, that phone in your pocket is a targeting sensor for assassinations.
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