Later, I tell you that Bob is an old Special Forces friend of my father’s. I tell you Bob taught me everything I know. He taught me everything Rudy didn’t. We started with martial arts before moving onto the art of breaking and entering—but mostly, Bob taught me how to snipe. He taught me to be an expert marksman. I don’t tell you this. I plan to show you.
That’s what we’re here for today. Or at least partly. Mostly, we’re here because I need Bob’s opinion of you. I need it for my own peace of mind, and for sure, I’ll need it for my father when he finds out you aren’t just a girlfriend—but a job. I’ll appease him, some by telling him that I’ve taken you to meet Bob. He’s an expert at reading people—my father knows this as well as anyone, and he respects his opinion. But then, everyone res
