Hell, even I know secrets that James doesn’t know.

But if I thought that gave me an advantage, I’d be wrong because there’s more to James than just… James.

Of course, there’s the little matter of Number One too. He tried to kill Harper. And I don’t know what to make of all this. Or of James’ sister, Nicola. Or the Admiral. Or Nick for that matter.

Who should I trust?

So far it’s just James. But once I see Nick, I’ll have to make a choice. Because you can’t be loyal to two people at once.

Can you?

Harrison yells from the cockpit. “We’re getting ready to land, you guys. Buckle up.”

James lowers his feet off the seat across from him and sits up straight. Has he been awake this whole time? Shit, I stopped watching him. Did he see me thinking?

I don’t like to think about secrets in front of James. It’s not like he reads minds or anything, but he’s got instincts. He reads faces. And body language. And even voices.

I know because my father taught me how to do it too. But the thing about instincts is that you have to use them in real life to make them second nature.

I have never done a job. Aside from killing those four men who came to blow up my grandparents’ ranch, I’ve never done anything exciting. All the teaching in the world is useless without experience.

James has experience. James has killed hundreds of people. He’s overthrown governments. He’s worked in conditions I can’t even imagine. And he was a prisoner of war down in Honduras once.

I’ve heard that story enough times to recite it in my sleep from people more important than him. Back in the desert he told Harper and me that he was running a shadow government down in San Pedro Sula, but that wasn’t his first time in Honduras. No. The first time was when he was captured.

I know what happened to him down there. Both times. I chance a look over at my new partner and smile.

“What’s on your mind, Smurf?”

Shit.

“I’m so, so, so, so hungry.” He stares at me and I can’t help myself. I squirm.

“Burlington has a McDonalds. We’ll get some breakfast there.”

I would die for McDonalds right now. “And then what are we gonna do?”

The plane drops the landing gear with a thud and this gives James the opportunity to ignore my question.

I don’t like when he ignores my questions. Because that means I won’t like the answer he’s not giving me.

“We’re partners, right?” I ask him, suddenly feeling needy.

He turns back to me with a smile. I love it when he smiles. Because as far as I can tell, the smiles are never fake. “Till death do us part, midget.”

I smile back. I really do like James. I’m just not sure I can trust James.

Because as far as I’ve been able to tell, Tet is in charge in all the situations that count. The most notable was back at Merc’s house in the desert when he told me he might have a plan. The second time was after Harper was drugged by One. I’m still not one hundred percent sure of who was actually in charge that first time. But the guy who told me he was going to shoot me in the chest was definitely Tet.

And even though I think James is on the up and up, I have a hard time understanding how he can live two lives at the same time.

Everyone in the Company—and I do mean everyone—knows that James Fenici is a twisted dude. You need him to kill his brother? No problem. Just tell Tet. You need him to kill a trainer’s kid? No problem. Just tell Tet. You need him to trail your daughter and lead everyone on a wild chase to take the heat off your son? No problem. Just tell Tet.

But the problem with James and Tet doubles when you realize you can’t have one without the other. They are not two separate personalities.

They really are the same guy.

I think that makes James/Tet more insane than if he was one of those crazy people with split personality disorder. Because at least if they were two people you could sorta count on them.

For instance, when the Admiral texted James and told him to come out to Colorado and “pick me up” what he really expected was for Tet to come out to Colorado to “pick me off”.

Nick told me the night before James showed up. He said, If you see him first, he’s James and you should give him a chance. If he shows up as Tet, you’ll never know he was there.

Is it fucked up that Nick didn’t just tell me to get the hell out of there?

I’m not sure.

But Tet wasn’t around when that text from the Admiral to come “pick me up” came in. James was. And James was busy with Harper, so he didn’t need Tet.

See, the Admiral, for all his uppity smugness, really has no clue how James/Tet operates. I suppose that’s why he instructed me to kill James that day. It was a two birds kind of thing.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts when the plane touches down, bounces once, then again, and we roll the rest of the way towards the small airport surrounded by cornfields on three sides.

When we come to a stop James stands up and stretches his arms above his head and touches the top of the cabin, pressing his hands flat against the curved plastic. “I’m starved too, McSmurf. And I need coffee.” He says that with a smile.

God, I love that smile. I might not like Tet all that much, and James is not one of those nurturing people like my dad was. But when he smiles at me like that, I absolutely love him.

Chapter Two

James

I watch the Smurf watch me through the smallest crack of an eye during our plane ride.

She’s making me nervous. She’s not asleep, but she thinks I am. She’s watching me, but she has no idea I’m watching her.

Jesus fucking Christ. I have no idea what I’m doing. I know things they don’t think I know. But I’m not even sure what to do with some of that information.

And I have no idea what Sasha is doing. I know she’s operating on someone’s orders. I’m just not sure who’s orders they are. The Admiral? She definitely was. But now? Not sure. Nick? Don’t know about that either.

Merc? Now that’s the real mystery. The one that matters most right now because he’s the first person we’re gonna see.

And Nick. I haven’t seen him in a long time, but Merc has. He knows a lot about me. Maybe more than he should. Definitely more than he should.

And so this is the test. Who works for who is a question I’ve had no solid answer to for a very long time. But pretty soon all the players will be present and I can sort it out.