“Does that mean you’re tricking her?” I was shocked as I looked at Atlas.

He looked at me and pinched my nose, saying, “You’re clever.”

“Aren’t you afraid you can no longer do anything about the situation if she works with Atticus?” I probed.

He shook his head. “Do you think Atticus will work with just anyone?”

I knew Atlas was right. Atticus was a sly fox, no matter who he dealt with. Atlas patted my face and said, “If you can’t reach my phone, email me. I can check that anytime. I’m making