Willison POV
“I don’t know about this Mr. Sharp,” Willison whispered.
“Shh,” Mia’s grandfather hissed. “Code names only.”
Willison rolled his eyes, not sure how he got caught up in these shenanigans.
They were crouched in the bushes along the perimeter of Mrs. Watson’s house. Rog—or Mr. Whitaker—was with...