Shiloh waved her hand dismissively. "Dinner and all that fancy stuff don't matter to me. But these sneakers are broken, so you need to buy me a new pair!"

Andrew was amused. "I'll buy you ten pairs!"

Shiloh emphasized, "No, I only want one pair. And look carefully—mine is a brand-name athletic shoe!"

Francesca chuckled. "Shiloh, we recognize the brand. When we go out later, we'll buy you the same style!"

Shiloh looked troubled. "Actually, never mind that. Let's get a domestic brand instead. I want to support locally made products!"

Francesca, Andrew, and Lauren all looked at each other in confusion.

…

At the same time, in the Driscoll residence, the sinister Walter opened his hawk-like eyes from his lounge chair.

"Eagle Eye didn't succeed?" he asked in his shrill voice.

Standing before him was a bearded man who was tinkering with various firearms. Hearing the question, he replied with a grin, "Not only did he not succeed, but his whole body was hanging from the con