"He's cute though, huh?" I shrug and fake indifference. "He's okay." "I could play matchmaker if you're interested," she says. I have no idea why I say no, but I do. "Oh. I don't think so. But, thanks. If you think he's cute, why don't you date him?" "I'm in love with someone else," she says, but I'm not convinced she is telling the truth. She says it with a detachment, like it's something she's said a million times before, maybe a lie. I don't push it any further, even though I want to, and as a spy it's kind of my job to dig, but I remember rule number seven: Gain trust and friendship. I have no reason to believe Frankie can lead me to anything worth knowing, plus I'm starting to really like her. If nothing else, it would be great to have a friend. We watch the skaters for a little while longer as they glide along the bottom of the pool and do tricks as they come up, launching from the sides. There are about a dozen or so kids ranging in age from maybe twelve to twenty four. I keep my eye on Bones as he makes the rounds, stopping to chat with other kids throughout The Watering Hole. I wonder what his deal is but the thought of a date makes me want to be sick.
