So basically you scooter brauns daughter you 18 and you work on crime scenes dad knows but he doesn't want u to do it because it's a very day torus job what'll wrapped next
"I work for the CBI."
"You are a spy?" I ask, fascinated at the thought. She looks fragile, like a flower and looks like she wouldn't win a fight against a teddy bear. Maybe she's in the tech branch or something less dangerous.
"I'm a licensed killer."