Chapter Seven

Part 2

“Kim, this is all very good work,” my mother told me after I explained the Jon situation to her. At first she had been upset about the fact that I hadn’t waited until midnight to call her. (I was so excited about the suspicious behavior I’d witnessed at the post office, I’d run off with my cell the second I returned from dinner.) There wasn’t much my mother hated more than a break in procedure. But she forgave my lapse the moment she heard about Jon and the mysterious box.

“So, you’ll send it?” I prompted.

“Absolutely,” she replied. “I think it’s an astute plan of action.”

I grinned. My mother was lauding my plan of action. How cool was that?

“Great. I’ll keep an eye out for it. Thanks, Mom,” I said, trying not to let my voice betray my giddiness. But I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t wait to get started on this new aspect of my probe.

“No problem. And Kim?” she said. “Be safe.”