~Caius~
I'd seen enough interrogations to recognize when someone was fishing for information, and Michael was practically casting a net every time he talked to Valeria.
The kid was good though. Had that perfect balance of casual interest and helpful concern that made people want to spill their secrets. I watched from my office window as they left the coffee shop together, Valeria's cute gestures telling me she was already sharing more than she should with someone we barely knew.
Michael listened with kind of faux attention. Like he'd been trained to extract information without making it obvious.
Which raised the question, what kind of high school transfer student needed that kind of training?
I pulled out my laptop and opened a new browser window. Time to do what I did best, dig until
