After a restless night without much sleep, Oliver answered Josh’s door for him when someone knocked at seven a.m. He glanced up from the desk where he and Oliver had their laptops running and piles of papers spread between them to find Sparkle standing between the jambs.
His welcoming smile faded, and his heart tripped when he saw her right expression. Even though he’d only known her two days, he already knew that the look meant trouble. “What’s wrong?”
Striding to the desk, she pulled a copy of the morning paper out of his back pocket, unfolded it and set it in front of him to see. “This isn’t exactly the low profile we’re looking for,” she said, keeping her tone even despite her obvious irritation.
Josh peered down at the article. It showed a picture of him with the Environment Minist
