Willison POV

“I don’t know about this Mr. Sharp,” Willison whispered.

“Shh,” Mia’s grandfather hissed. “Code names only.”

Willison rolled his eyes, not sure how he got caught up in these shenanigans.

They were crouched in the bushes along the perimeter of Mrs. Watson’s house. Rog—or Mr. Whitaker—was with them, and he held Sam, Elma’s gnome. The two men had accosted him the moment he got out of his truck in front of Mia’s grandparents’ house. Mia had rolled her eyes and walked away, going inside to help her grandmother with dinner and leaving him to the mercy of the two septuagenarians.

They hadn’t explained to him what they wanted,...