When Mike realized he said something wrong, his hand shot up to cover his mouth.

"You've been infiltrated!" Avery sighed.

"No way! He hasn't been asking about us recently," Mike said as he rolled his pale blue eyes. "I'm sure! He's not as good a drinker as I am. I get him drunk every time we drink together. He isn't capable of getting anything out of me."

Avery did not doubt the veracity of his words.

She was just worried that he was hiding something from her, or that someone had managed to