I've never thought of myself as the sort of person who would eavesdrop on other people's conversations, even accidentally, let alone on purpose. Then again, my life after getting out of prison hasn't looked anything like I had ever expected for myself. I might as well embrace the new normal.
That's how I find myself doing the unexpected on Monday morning, walking into the Alpha's mansion with the full intention of listening in on as many conversations as I possibly can without people getting suspicious. I need to try to figure out what the hell is going on with Charles.
I feel weird about it, but I don't have much choice. Not that I put up much of an argument when the gang insisted that I'd be the perfect person for the job, of course. They'd all said so at lunch on Saturday, and I could
