It’s a common strategy of mine. “Teddy’s worried about you,” I tell Lex. He lets his head fall back with a loud sigh. “So what else is new? Teddy’s worried about everything.” “Yeah. But the day after that guy was found in the woods, he told me you knew him.” Lex snorts. “Teddy really told you that?” “Yes.” “Whatever.” “He also says you’ve been drinking too much,” I add. “Whoa, wait. Why did Teddy tell you all of this?” “Because he couldn’t find you. He thought I might know where you were.” “Oh, right. See, now I know you’re lying, Win. Why on earth would Teddy ever think that?” Lex is good. Really good. Clearly, I need to offer up something first if I expect to get anything in return. “Because he saw me eavesdropping on the cops. The morning they found that guy’s body.” “Well, now we’re getting somewhere. Why were you eavesdropping?” I feel flustered. “I was just curious.” “Awesome. So Teddy’s worried. And you’re curious.
