"A box of brownie mix. I was startled, okay?" Candi said in defense.
Q shook his head and clicked through the guy's messages. Candi peered over his shoulder.
The latest message appeared to be some sort of rejected booty call. But the next message down?
She covered her mouth as Q scrolled down to pictures of the both of them. The images were older. She hadn't had hair that short since she worked at the CIA. It was a picture Nadine might have had of her.
"They sent you to kill her? Or capture her?" Q asked.
"Fuck you," the boy spat.
"Hey," Q barked and crossed the kitchen to kneel next to the guy. "You should be careful. We work for the CIA."
Could he say that?
Candi covered her mouth and hung back. This wasn't in her wheelhouse.
Q hadn't even read the kid his rights.
She didn't like the creepy crawly sensation she got from that one thought.
"You work for Metis, don't you?" Q asked the kid.
The guy said nothing.