“It’s actually a storage shed. Cisco put it together during his downtime.” Bryan cleared his throat. “We needed a place to store the equipment for the koi pond.”
I strolled over, peered in a window, and began to laugh. They might have told Cisco that was the purpose of the shed, but it was filled with all manner of little-girl toys. I had a feeling the skylight would make it an excellent place to play on rainy days.
I returned to where my uncles sat in Adirondack chairs and made myself comfortable. With so much having happened of late, I decided to bring up the topic that concerned me.
“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Are we enjoying not being in the intelligence community any longer?” Tony supplied.
“Yes.” I wasn’t surprised he knew exactly what I meant. Between the two of them, they had almost ninety years combined service in the NSA and the CIA, and everyone had been surprised they’d walked away from it.