Chapter 25

“Sure. I like a good wager. How about, if I’m right, you stop asking questions about me for the next three days?”

Doyle thought for a moment and came back with his end of the bet fairly quickly.

“Okay, if I win…” He paused dramatically and watched the object of their attention get a little closer.

“What? What’s your…oh, no. None ‘a that.”

“I was gonna say, if I win, you’ve got to play Truth or Dare until the stakeout’s over. Deal?”

Kord thought awhile as he watched the subject get closer.

“I guess it could—”

“And no pulling punches. We ask and we dare and we’ve gotta play fair.”

“Okay, you’re on.” Kord held out his hand and Doyle took it. They shook on the bet.

“Here he comes,” Doyle said. “Keep your eyes sharp. There’s a lot riding on this.”

Kord was silent for a while, his eyes glued on the subject. Even the donuts were no temptation.

“It could be him,” Kord murmured.