I looked down at the taco meat. It didn't look poisoned. But who knows? The second part: why would anyone target my family? Also, who is ZQR? So many questions. A voice in the back of my mind said that is was, but all logical sense said it wasn't. I decided I wouldn't risk it. I took the taco meat, threw it out, and then took out the trash. ZQR. ZQR? Could I even think... No, it couldn't be but... R.... ZQR. Ramirez? Could it be my father?
No, Alaska. He's dead.
Or so your mom tells you.
ZQ? Those weren't his initials, were they?
You don't know that. Your mom never talks about him.
Shut up! I told the voice in my head. If I wanted to find out who ZQR was for real I would have to do some cold, hard research. And for that I would have to call in the troops. My best friends.
I call Agent P first. She picks up on the first ring. "Agent Phoebe?"
I say when she picks up the phone. "We're back in business."
