As a spy, stranger things have always happened. Dead friend coming back to life? That's be done before. It's all been done before. Things cease to surprise you.
I turned slowly to face the man.
"Victor?" I asked suspiciously.
"Kinda tall. Wears Hawaiian shirts. Said to give you this if you didn't believe me." He explained, pulling a worn, white envelope from his jean pocket. I took it slowly, looking first at it and then at him, and back again.
Even slower I opened it. Inside was a newspaper with my writing on it.
"Tidy Pelican Lummus Park Ten A.M"
It said. I recognized it as Carla's first clue that led me to Victor. I sighed. Leave it to him.
"Let's go." I said to the man, walking out of the store and toward the Charger.
Next to surprise, the best thing to have on your side is home-court advantage. Even if you're dealing with someone you trust. People change, even when they're coming back from the dead.
"So you are the one who helps people, right?" The man questioned, sliding into the passenger seat. I turned to look at him before I started the car.
"Yeah. So, let's start with your name." I said, still not starting the Charger.
"Bond. James Bond." He says, looking at my face. I glare at him and he flinches.
"Sorry. Victor said you'd get a kick outa that." I continue to stare at him.
"Kevin St. James." He says, finally. I nod and start the drive to the loft.