“Shit, they found me out, again,” I yelp without realizing I was talking out loud.
“What? Reese, you really need to go to bed it is way to late for this.” Dad says, closing my latest book in his lap.
“Dad, I know you, you’re going to go up to your study and work on puzzles until 3am. So why can’t I stay up and find out who I have to pretend to be next?” His thick brown eyebrows climb...
