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the walls and lampposts for Missing Person signs. Luckily, he didn’t see any more, nor did he hear anything on the local radio.
     
    Perhaps their luck was beginning to turn around.
     

Chapter 6
     
    “Mr. Jefferson, says here you have a juvie record that’s been sealed. You wouldn’t want to let us in on what’s in there, would you?”
     
    Christian smirked at the federal agents sitting across from him at his kitchen table. They’d introduced themselves simply as John and Joe, no last names, and had flashed their IDs at Sophie way too fast to catch. As far as Christian was concerned, they might as well be Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. Assholes should consider themselves damn lucky Sophie answered the door because Christian wouldn’t have allowed them over the threshold. They’d intimidated her into letting them in and she begged Christian at least to pretend to cooperate.
     
    “No, I wouldn’t. That’s the whole point of the records being sealed, so ass— So folks like you can’t hold the mistakes of my youth against me.” He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from chuckling. Mistakes of my youth, indeed.
     
    “Yes, Mr. Jefferson, I’m aware of that,” Tweedle Joe replied smoothly. “But you know how it goes. When something is a mystery, people tend to imagine it as far worse than it probably really was. I just thought perhaps you’d like to set my mind at ease.”
     
    Christian struggled to refrain from rolling his eyes. This guy thinks he’s slick, doesn’t he?
     
    “Nope.”
     
    “Nope?”
     
    “Nope, I don’t wanna set your mind at ease. I don’t give a shit what you think about me.”
     
    “Christian!” Sophie hissed, kicking him under the table. He put his hand on her knee and started rubbing circles with his thumb to calm her down.
     
    Tweedle John turned his attention to Sophie. “Mrs. Jefferson, you seem like a reasonable person. Perhaps you would care to answer a few questions for us?”
     
    Sophie looked so nervous she was practically vibrating, and it pissed Christian off. They had no reason to be stressing her out in her condition. She may have married a devil, but she was an angel.
     
    “Ummm... okay,” she replied, biting her thumb and rubbing her hands together. Christian worried what she would say when they asked her if she’d seen Michael and Nikki. He didn’t like that she was going to be forced to lie. Plus, she sucked at it.
     
    “Can you please tell me where you and Mr. Jefferson were yesterday around 2 AM?”
     
    Oh, God. The feds weren’t here to see if they’d had any contact with Michael and Nikki. They were here on a hunting expedition, trying to round up the usual suspects, and naturally Christian would be at the top of their list.
     
    Christian discretely grabbed his cell phone and shot out a text to his attorney. “We were here, asleep, of course.”
     
    “Can you verify that?”
     
    Christian’s tenuous hold on his patience started to crack. “How the hell are we supposed to do that, asshole? It’s not like we have visitors who watch us sleep!”
     
    “Calm down, Mr. Jefferson. No need to get hostile. We are merely trying to get all the facts.”
     
    “No,” Sophie replied, intentionally bringing the attention back to herself. “No one else was here at 2 AM yesterday morning except Christian, myself and Nana, our dog.”
     
    “Do you know anyone by the name of Sebastian Cross?” Tweedle John asked, obviously trying to sound casual, and failing miserably. How did these guys get trained? From old Get Smart episodes?
     
    “Yes, we do. He’s a miserable sack of shit who lives on the other side of town. I’ll give you the address so you can go bother him for a while,” Christian interjected, earning him yet another nasty glare from his loving wife.
     
    The Feds didn’t miss a beat. “Well, we would, except for the fact he’s dead. But you two already know that, don’t you?”
     
    Sophie turned to Christian in shock.