“It was the quickest way to get you into that mansion. I couldn’t give you a heads up—I needed your reactions to be authentic.” The agent finally noticed Evan’s look of imminent explosion. “Hey, no point getting upset. We were careful not to harm any of your personal belongings. Look, Evan, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Breaking a few rules isn’t going to stop me from taking advantage of it.” By this time the agent had packed everything in his case. “Call me if there is any change in plans. Otherwise, I’ll be in touch.”
Evan was speechless with rage. That arrogant bastard! Evan had spent a tense night in the bathtub and a back-breaking day cleaning up because the fucking FBI needed him to move in with the Carmodys? He wasn’t going to let them get away with this. He’d…he’d…A bark of laughter escaped him. He’d do what—go to the police? Explain he was spying on the Carmodys for the FBI? They’d be on the phone to Nessa in a heartbeat. And who knows what she would do.