Spider Gwen Chapter 3.

AN: No, I don't own any of the copyrighted bits.

Waking up came with a lot of things. A bright sun, a nagging pain in my neck , the strongest desire to use the bathroom, hunger, and most importantly, morning breath.

Peter Parker's bathroom, like most boys I knew, was somewhere between prison and a standard girl's bathroom, but closer to prison. But he had good taste in toothpaste and had provided me with a free toothbrush, so all was forgiven.

When I was done smacking my lips and enjoying minty fresh breath, I strolled over to Peter Parker's fridge and found myself disappointed. There was leftover pizza, a single sad baby carrot that I promptly put out of its misery, six eggs, and a carton of milk. So much for getting enough nutrients to keep my suit happy.

I sighed as I wondered where Parker was. Was I willing to check on the bedroom? No. Not knowing where Parker was is a cost I'll always be glad to pay if it means I don't have to see him in tighty whities.

So I stood in the kitchen and began to tap a tune to myself.

Hey, I'm going to get free of this universe one day, and I need the drum practice before Mary Jane tears my head off. No point defeating Doc Flat Hair only to die to a lack of drum practice.

"I got croissants if you want any," Parker's voice came out of the blue, ruining a massive drumroll I was about to finish.

Damn Parker, did you have to be a killjoy?

"There's milk in the fridge and some sort of health cereal in the cupboards," he offered when I gave him a dirty look. "I've never opened it."

I frowned and walked over to the cupboards. Lets see, plates, forks, Chinese takeout chopsticks, more forks, canned pineapple, bowls... wait.

Canned pineapple? Did the Venom symbiote like pineapple? I didn't, not since I had Hawaiian pizza that one time, but if that was the only thing Parker had that could keep the little guy happy, then maybe I could force myself to eat.

"So," Potter said, his voice annoyed, probably at my run in with the ninja accountant. "What did I say last night?"

"Harlem's still fine isn't it?" I protested, not to any success, given the look on his face. "Besides, all I did was eavesdrop on Doc Flat Hair arguing with the ninja accountant."

"Ninja accountant," Parker repeated the words slowly. "His name is Sinclair Abbot, in case you somehow lost his card already. I did some research on him when you were sleeping on my couch."

"So what did you find about our ninja accountant friend?" I asked, trying to shift the conversation away from the canned pineapple. "You think he's willing to help us even if he does work for Roxxon?"

"I need to talk it over with Miles," Peter replied as he opened the fridge, frowning as he pulled out the empty bag of murdered baby carrots. "And he'll be busy until lunch. Until then, we need to… discuss your behaviour last night."

"Look," I said, arms crossed over my stomach and hoping Parker didn't hear it rumble. "I thought I was safe. How was I supposed to know there was a ninja accountant showing up with Roxxon?"

Parker didn't say anything until he finished stocking the fridge. "Look, if this Abbot guy raised the alarm, you would have been alone in Roxxon Plaza with an army of armed guards. Perhaps next time something major changes you could at least talk it over with me before running headfirst into half of Roxxon's army?"

"I didn't think he saw me," A lie, sure, but Parker didn't need to know that. "And I thought he was a lost driver."

"What made you think that?" Parker didn't look convinced.

"His car looked like it came from Staten Island or out of state," I muttered. "Not a car you would drive around New York City."

Parker shook his head before he turned around. "Staten Island is still a part of New York City."

I frowned and walked past Parker, taking a long look at the tiny face printed on the business card. "Parker, don't tell me you actually believe that."

Parker's lips twitched. "Fine, you're right about that. But if you see that car again or this ninja accountant, you walk away. Even if he doesn't seem like a friend to Roxxon, we can't trust him yet."

"Isn't he our only lead?"

"Yes," Parker said, looking increasingly annoyed. "But he should only be approached when we're in costume, and together. Then if someone says something they shouldn't, the other two can stop them before we leak too much."

I felt mildly offended, but only mildly, because I did screw up earlier when talking to the ninja accountant, so I had to concede that Parker had a point. But then again, he didn't have to know that either.

"Fine," I said. "If I see the ninja, I run away screaming."

Parker chuckled at that as he moved over to the fridge, pouring himself a glass of milk. "If you insist. Just so long as you make sure your Doc Ock doesn't know where you are."

"The ninja accountant told me not to call her that," I said, managing a grin as the memory came to mind. "He said she lacked the qualifications to be called Doctor."

Milk shot out of Parker's nose as he spluttered into a coughing fit.

"You alright Parker?"

"Fine," Parker managed through his coughing, taking slow breaths as he placed his glass on the countertop. "Sorry, I just want to see her face if anyone confronts her with that fact."

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"There's supposed to be a Roxxon public safety tour this afternoon." Parker said, pulling out a cute little cell phone and handing it to me. "Lots of important people going to the presentation."

I looked down at the article on the surprisingly compact phone. Well, nice to see The Daily Bugle was keeping high journalistic standards. And yet I only recognized Rio Morales from the list of names.

"Who are these people?" I asked. "Roxxon puppets?"

Parker snorted. "James Jonah Jameson runs a podcast, but not a good one."

I looked down at the list again. Oh yes, I remembered the clown. The screaming, annoying clown. Why had I missed his bulging three word name to begin with?

"He thinks that me and Miles are a public menace," Parker said with a chuckle and a shake of his head. "Granted, we smashed through his office-"

"You did what?" I choked. "How did that happen?"

"Escaped supervillain," Parker said with a shrug. "Hey, you're a hero too. You know how these things work. Jameson just happened to be recording a podcast at the wrong place at the wrong time, and besides, he has insurance."

"Right," I muttered.

"Well, he probably had insurance," Parker admitted after a long silence. "Still, he's going to be at the Q and A session, and we might be able to get some information out of Doc-erm, Miss Octavius."

"You want Rio Morales to ask questions for us?"

"There's no point in walking right up to Miss Octavius," Parker pointed out. "Especially if she recognizes you. And it's not like she can attack anybody with half the police force on hand."

I nodded at that. Parker was right on that count. "And what happens if the ninja shows up?"

"He's not important," Parker snorted. "I've read up on his history, and he's just your average greedy corporate climber. Still, if his bosses have more to gain by dumping Roxxon stock, I expect he'll contact us."

"How?" I asked. "It's not like we gave him our number."

Parker shook his head. "I don't like him, and I have a nagging feeling he wasn't telling us everything."

"He clearly knows where this growth steroid is being stored," I said. "Of course he's hiding something." Something clicked in my head. "He was talking about Rick Mason even before you got there."

"Did he?" Parker's eyes narrowed. "And why didn't you mention that before?"

"He was… testing Doc Ock," I said. "And from what I could hear, she failed."

"What do you mean?" Parker sounded intrigued, and an eyebrow went up.

"He was going on about her qualifications," I explained, trying to keep a grin off my face at the memory of her jaw on the floor. "And when she didn't know who Rick Mason was, he called her out on it."

"We can use that," Parker said with a nod, pulling a little notepad from his pocket and scribbling something down. "Force Roxxon to answer to all of New York about why their lead developer isn't part of the clean up effort."

I nodded as my stomach finally betrayed me. A low rumble I hoped Parker would mistake for a passing subway train.

"Still, we need to brief Rio about all this before she goes in," Parker said. Whew, he didn't seem to hear me. "But first we eat."

I groaned. Yep, he heard my stomach.

After a questionable breakfast of cold croissants that Parker insisted had been warm when he left the bakery and half a can of too sweet pineapple, we headed out, with Parker in regular clothes and the Venom suit transforming into something more… discrete.

New York in winter was still icy, and somewhere along the way I wished we had webbed our way over rather than walked. But then again, it wasn't like Parker brought his suit along to change.

When we turned the last street corner over to Harlem, something caught my eye. It was a scrappy, faded missing person's poster, worn out on the edges and probably only a few days away from becoming illegible, and yet I had a bad feeling I knew exactly who it was.

"Phin Mason," I read from the black and white poster, wincing when a corner of the poster came off with just a little touch. "Missing for just over two weeks now."

"Yeah," Parker sounded down. "The blast didn't even leave behind a body to bury, so her classmates are still holding onto hope."

Something came to mind. "Wasn't Rio Morales supposed to be planning a vigil of some kind?"

"She was," Parker said after a moment. "What are you thinking?"

I shook my head. "I guess I just wanted to attend."

Parker nodded and sighed, letting out a long stream of pale breath. "It's this weekend. Miles told me that it's either going to be a local park or in front of Roxxon Plaza. They haven't chosen yet."

I looked back over to the poster again. The photo was older than I had expected, and the Phin in the photo couldn't have been more than fourteen. She was younger than me, and those looking for her weren't even going to have a body to bury. Even the Lizard, the Peter Parker I had grown up with, had gotten that much.

"Let's get going," The Peter Parker next to me said. "We need Rio to- oh that's not good."

"What happened?" I asked, spinning away from the poster and jerking my head around the street corner. To my surprise, I didn't see anything. Not even after Parker dragged me back behind the building on the corner.

"Your Staten Island car," Parker muttered. "It's parked in front of the building Miles lives in."

I peeked over the corner again and squinted at the general direction of the building. Yep, the ninja accountant's car was parked neatly, right in front of the building. Maybe the ninja accountant was visiting family?

"Do we need to rescue her?"

"Hold on," Parker said, his fingers tapping furiously at his phone, leaving me to ponder how far I could throw the ninja accountant without breaking bones. "Ok, Miles said that there's supposed to be another vigil group that's supposed to meet today. We can walk in and pretend we're just early."

"And if things get hairy?" I asked, deciding that going back to tenth grade physics was a bad idea. Mr. Gavin River only passed me out of pity, and relying on what half-baked remnants of knowledge I still had on the subject probably wasn't a very good idea.

"Then we hope this ninja of yours can't fight." Parker said.

We walked over to the car, just to make sure it was the ninja's car. Sadly, it was. What a pain.

"Same plates as last night," Parker said as he reached the front door of the car. "Remember, no fighting if we don't need to."

The door swung open as Parker took a step forward, slamming right into the ninja accountant.

"I am quite sorry," the ninja accountant's voice, smooth and polite, came as Parker's jaw hit the sidewalk. "Pardon me, are you alright?"

I did my best to help Parker to his feet, but I spent more time making sure I didn't make eye contact with the ninja accountant.

"We're fine," Parker muttered as he practically dragged me inside the apartment, past the ninja accountant.

"Where does Miles live again?" I whispered to Peter when I was sure there was a thick glass door between us and the ninja accountant.

"Third floor," he replied as he pointed to the set of mailboxes by the front door. "See?"

"Should we head up?" I continued. "You know, in case our friend the ninja decides to pop up again."

Parker didn't say anything, but he glanced out to the street. "You're right. The car is still parked there and- shit, he's coming."

Parker jerked back and shoved me behind him as the front door opened again.

"I'm not disturbing anything, am I?" the accountant sounded amused. "Please, enjoy yourselves. I didn't see anything."

I felt my face flush, and I was sure Parker was about to stammer some excuse awkwardly. No matter what universe he was from, Peter Parker never changed all that much.

And it made me question myself too. What was Miles... my Miles doing? Was he worried?

"Right," Parker said about a minute later, when the ninja accountant's footsteps had passed into the depths of the building. "We're not meeting Rio, not with him in the room."

"What if he's visiting family?" The question popped out without me thinking very hard, but I regretted asking Parker almost immediately, especially since he gave me a very unhappy look. "Look Parker, this is New York. For all we know, his sister lives next door to Rio Morales!"

But Parker just sighed, and I decided I would refrain from voicing stupid ideas when he was in earshot. Just for a little while.

"You know what?" Parker asked with a sigh. "There's a bodega down the street. We can watch Mr. Abbot from the ninja accounting department from there. That way we can avoid you babbling all our plans at the slightest provocation again."

"So long as you get me more carrots, I'm fine with that idea."

"Why carrots?" Parker asked as he stepped back outside.

"Because my suit does not like eating pineapple."

Parker looked confused, but he followed me nonetheless, though he gave the nice expensive Staten Island car a dirty look before he began walking in earnest.

We walked quickly, though there wasn't much point given how close the bodega was, but Parker reached the door to the cluttered little bodega first.

"I'm breaking our deal," Parker said as I reached the door, his arms crossed around his chest, blocking my way. "No carrots."

"Why?" I shot back, my Venom suit getting rather cranky at the words, with a nagging headache striking me. That was bad. Apart from the Venom symbiote, I had no powers, and I probably couldn't even beat the ninja accountant if my suit went on strike.

And then of course, I realized the other issue with my suit going on strike: some of the Venom spiders would start coming off, leaving me in my undies, in a New York winter, with far too many cameras for me to expect privacy.

"Parker!" I snapped as I stormed up to the bodega. "Veggies or I tell the ninja accountant you're Spider Man!"

I enjoyed the look of stunned horror on Parker's face for a moment before he started arguing back. "Just look at what they're charging for anything even remotely healthy." Parker snapped, pointing to something inside the store.

I glanced over to the direction he was pointing at, and I felt my brow twitching. Were those misshapen things even vegetables? All the vegetables looked fake or extremely off colour, and the prices had to be some kind of practical joke, right?

I squinted at one of the price tags, then at the produce above it. I had seen and fought off and even given my hamster to a Bodega Bandit, but this was Bodega Highway Robbery. That much for a suspiciously discoloured apple?

"Want anything else?" Parker asked as he gestured around the cold, slightly dirty store.

"Are there- I dunno, veggie chips?" I asked, squinting at a long row of candy and beer. Nothing that contained the fibre the Venom suit was demanding, except for maybe the newspapers.

"To your left," the highway robber of a storekeeper said, not even looking up from what I hoped wasn't a porn magazine. "Down by the ice cream."

What a great salesman.

I shivered at the thought of eating anything colder than hot coffee. Ice cream? In the dead of winter? Was the highway robber being serious?

Sure enough, there were in fact veggie chips in the store next to a strangely well stocked ice cream freezer, and to my shock, they weren't outright expired!

And to my eternal surprise, the chips were only slightly overpriced compared to what I was expecting, and I let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. Excellent. I could avoid an angry Venom suit for the low low price of slightly overpriced veggie chips.

"I'm taking it all," I said to Parker.

Parker stopped and turned to look at me. "Do I look like I'm made out of money?"

"So how many are you willing to buy?" I asked him.

"Two bags," Parker said, giving me the same mean look he gave the ninja accountant's car.

"Do you have other veggie chips hidden somewhere in your apartment?" I shot back, glancing over to observe the worst salesman in New York flip over a page of his paper. "Because I'm not eating another bite of canned pineapple."

Parker looked down at his wallet and flicked through the bills. "Why do you insist on eating my entire stock of vegetables? Couldn't you just eat pizza and hotdogs like a regular starving college student? It'll help make sure that I can actually pay rent this month."

"My suit is made of a Venom symbiote," I hissed, watching Parker look down at the Venom suit in casual mode. "It gets cranky when I'm not eating properly, and that means veggies, as much as I don't like the idea."

Parker's face twisted as he placed his wallet in his back pocket, taking a step back "You'll kill me before this Doc Ock-"

"Miss Ock," I reminded him. "She doesn't have a PHD in this world."

"Miss Ock," Parker repeated with a slight sigh, rolling his eyes in the process. "Well, I hope you can grab her and be on your way, because your eating habits are going to leave me homeless in a week. And I like having an apartment to sleep in."

I chuckled at that and went back to the chips, grabbing a couple packs. When I turned around, I noticed something unpleasant.

Namely, the ninja accountant, true to his job title, was sitting at the lights in that stupid Staten Island car, and he seemed to be looking back at me. How was it that this guy kept sneaking up on us every single time?

And this time, even Parker didn't seem to notice the ninja, his eyes glazed over at the ice cream cabinet next to us and muttering about his budget.

"Ninja," I hissed, glaring at the man in the car. "He's looking at us!"

Parker's head jerked over to the car, a moment before the ninja accountant drove away.

"Well," Parker said, his voice light as he jogged back to the entrance, craning his neck out to the street. "At least we can talk to Rio now."

"If he isn't just out for an early lunch," I muttered as I snatched his wallet and walked over to the store owner behind the counter. "Three packs of veggie chips."

"Three?" Parker squawked in protest behind me.

It was too late for him though, because the store owner already had his money safely inside his cash register, sounding off with a cheerful ding.

"Yes," I replied as we headed out, pausing to open one of the chip bags on the sidewalk. "Three, because each pack is only going to keep the suit happy for a few hours, and I'm not running out after midnight for groceries."

Parker sighed as he carefully placed the comically small amount of change back into his wallet. "Right. Looks like we're eating at Feast until you get home. Remind me to send you the full bill of hosting you once we're done with Doc- Miss Ock."

"Feast?" I could go for a feast. Maybe they would have bacon. And maybe something more than lonely carrots and canned pineapple. But how was Parker going to pay for that? "Didn't you say you had no money?"

Parker slowly buried his hand into his face, and I wondered what he was thinking. Parker wouldn't murder me in broad daylight, right?

"Food, Emergency Aid, Shelter, and Training," Parker grumbled at last as he gestured for me to walk back toward the Morales apartment. "Or Feast for short. It's a charity, and it seems like the only way I can feed you without declaring bankruptcy."

"It's a good organization," a female voice said from behind Parker, a figure I couldn't quite make out with Parker standing between us. "Hello Peter."

"Ah," Parker said when he spun around. "Hi Miss-"

"Peter, I thought I told you, Rio is fine. Who's your friend?"

I looked over to Miles' mother and managed a little wave. She looked like her son, with the same eyes, and a friendly smile.

"This is Gwen," Parker said, stepping over to the side. "She's in town to help look for Phin."

Rio flinched at the last word, swallowing slowly before she managed a nod. "I see, where did you know Phin from?"

"Online," Parker interrupted. "She's new to New York, so I was pointing her to Roxxon Plaza."

"Well," Rio said with a shake of her head, her lips pressed together tight. "Why don't we sit down for a cup of coffee? Perhaps you would want to help with setting up the vigil?"

"That would be lovely," Parker said, the smile on his face obviously faked as he glanced around the street. "Come on Gwen. Let's go. We'll have a lot to talk about."

I nodded, but I still made sure to check behind me for suspicious cars or ninja accountants. To my relief, there were none, as it seemed that we finally got rid of Mr. Abbot from ninja accounting.

The Morales household was warm and, while neat, still showed signs of everyday life, including a pair of half-full coffee mugs sitting on a dining table, along with collected knick-nacks on the shelves and walls. I wondered who had left the cups out. Miles? The ninja accountant? Simon Perfect Teeth Kreiger?

When Rio turned away, I glanced over to the cups. Both black. In other words, unless Miles liked to choke down black coffee, then it was the ninja accountant's cup. If Krieger drank black coffee, then there was no way his teeth would be white.

"Would you like some coffee?" Rio's voice snapped me out of my train of thought. "I wasn't expecting so many visitors today, but I do believe we have cookies somewhere."

"We'll be fine," Parker said. "We shouldn't be too long."

Rio nodded as she sat down behind the table, reaching for one of the cups. "Gwen, I'm not sure how to put this, but there's some bad news in regards to Phin."

"Miss- erm, Rio?" Parker started again, his voice tight. "Gwen is also a Spider."

Rio paused, not saying anything, but her eyes were on me.

I mentally made a note to buy all of the bodega's overpriced chips to get back at Parker, but I still mentally nudged the still-cranky Venom symbiote. I felt it shift across my body, until I was sure that the suit was covering everything.

Rio nodded, her voice a tone lower when she spoke again. "I see. So just why are you here?"

I winced as the Venom symbiote shifted back to something normal. Rio didn't sound pleased, not at all.

"You see, I'm not from this world," I muttered, watching her eyes as I spoke.

Rio didn't say anything, but took a sip of her coffee. Well, it seemed she wasn't easily fazed. Having a Spider Person for a son might have changed her views on certain things.

"The expert Roxxon has been cleaning up their Nuform," I continued. "She's a criminal from my world, and I'm trying to stop her before she can escape with all the stuff."

"And how long have you been here?" Rio asked, her voice low.

"I got here around noon yesterday," I said. "But we haven't really done that much since then."

Rio nodded before she turned to Parker, her voice annoyed yet resigned. "Peter, next time you need to tell me something important. There's no need to be sly about it. Phin was a long time family friend, and I'm sure that Miles has had many sleepless nights over her. Don't twist my heart with stories of her friends from out of town."

Parker looked like a scolded child sulking in the corner of the principal's office. Did it mean that I was going to forgive his wallet? No, but it meant that I might leave enough money for a few hotdogs behind.

"Let's get down to work," Rio continued, her voice a tone softer now. "Am I correct in believing this has something to do with the session at Fisk Tower?"

I flinched at the name. Fisk? As in Wilson Fisk? Doc Ock's previous boss?

"Fisk is in prison," Parker's voice cut in. "Roxxon is using it as a public relations space because, I mean, you saw what Roxxon Plaza looked like."

I winced at the memory of hanging from the destroyed spire and eavesdropping on the ninja accountant and Doc Flat Hair. Not fun. And no good for public relations.

The memory of the ninja accountant brought something up in my head. "Miss Morales?"

"Please, call me Rio. Everyone does."

"Right," I said, mentally repeating the name before I continued. "Rio, what did the Roxxon accountant have to say to you?"

Rio paused for a moment as she stared at the other half filled cup of coffee. "He was asking a number of questions. None of which I answered."

"About Phin and Rick?" I asked.

Rio took a deep breath before answering, her tone making it clear I wasn't getting anything more out of the line of questioning. "He was quite polite, but I don't trust Roxxon, and I never will."

Another conversational dead end. Great.

"We have a few questions that we were hoping you could bring up to the Q and A session later today." Parker cut in. "Do you mind asking these for us? It would help us bring down Doc Ock."

Rio paused. "I do believe Doctor Octavius is in prison."

Parker winced openly at that. "Sorry, I meant the other Doc Ock. Olivia Octavius. From what Gwen has told me, she wants Roxxon's Nuform."

Rio said nothing for a long minute as she sipped her coffee. "Please, do show me the questions you want me to ask Roxxon."

I gave Parker a dirty look before he turned over a small notepad onto the table in front of Rio.

"You doubt this… Miss Octavius has the qualifications to work for Roxxon?" Rio asked after a moment of silence.

"She knows what she's doing," I admitted. After all, she had to know something to be the first science teacher all those kids ever had. "But at the same time, since she's not from this universe, she shouldn't have any qualifications that she can prove."

The corners to Rio's lips turned up as she nodded. "And that reflects poorly on Roxxon, to hire a unqualified stranger."

"We were hoping to narrow down where she's keeping the Nuform," I added. "We want to get rid of it before it harms anyone else."

Rio let out a slow breath. "Alright. I'll bring these questions up in front of the cameras."

"We'll be watching all of the content," Parker promised. "From beginning to end."

Rio nodded before she turned to me. "Gwen, was it?"

I blinked. "Uh, yeah. That's my name."

Rio watched me for a long, really uncomfortable moment. "And what are your plans? Once this Doctor Octavius is taken care of."

"Well," I started, wondering what Rio meant. "Once we can get back to my world, we'll put her on trial for everything she did there, then I assume she's heading back to prison."

Rio said nothing for a moment, but when she spoke again, I suddenly decided I wanted to be anywhere else other than the warm little apartment, because her voice made the temperature drop some forty degrees. "And what of Simon Krieger?"

I glanced over to Parker, and given the look on his face, he was in the exact same boat that I was in.

"We're still working on that," I said. "He killed Rick, didn't he?"

"And yet he's still free," Rio said, her voice as frigid as the January air. "Whereas all those kids looking for Phin Mason won't even find a body to bury. So tell me, what do you intend to do with Simon Krieger?"

There was only one answer to that, and I was sure that it wouldn't make the suddenly cold room any warmer. "We'll bring him to justice."

There was a moment of silence before there was a knock on the door.

Rio grimaced as she checked her watch. "It's the vigil committee. They have a free period that goes right up until lunch. I'll have to coordinate with them for the next few hours. Peter, I trust you have my number in case you find anything?"

"I do," Parker said. "We'll let you know if anything comes up."

Rio nodded again as she stood up, walking to the door with a warm smile on her face, the anger from earlier suddenly gone as she let the two high school kids in.

I stretched my arms quickly before I turned to Parker, giving the two new kids only a slight wave before shoving Parker away from the trio at the door. "So, where to next?"

Parker frowned. "There's always crime to be fought in New York, but in terms of Roxxon there's not much we can do. We'll have to wait for the cameras to come up."

I turned around to look back at the two oblivious high school kids, still young and never having gone through the hell that is 8 am lectures. If not for the knowledge that one of their friends had been blown to dust, I might have been jealous of them.

When I looked back at Parker, a small frown was on his face.

"Parker?" I asked, rapping my knuckles against his head. "Earth to Parker. Can you hear me?"

"Plan's changed," he said, batting my hand away as he headed to the door. "There's something I remembered that you need to see. Then we get lunch."

That got my attention as I followed him out the door. "Parker, where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Oh Parker. How much I hated those words. How much I'll make his wallet will pay for them.

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