Three: Part 3
"I'm not supposed to."
We stood outside another massive house in the same subdivision. This one had probably won some kind of architectural award. I say that because it looked strange. All white walls with huge glass windows that stretched from the first floor to the top of the house, the house curved and bulged all over, reminding me of a collection of toadstools.
A little boy sat on his bike in the driveway. He couldn't have been more than ten.
"My dad said I have to ask him first."
Alex crouched, keeping his head level with the kid's. "Look, you know we're the good guys. My mom and dad work with your mom and dad, right?"
"Mmm-hmn."
"So how about I buy you some ice cream and you find Syndicate L's local headquarters?"
"My dad said you're not allowed to give me ice cream."
Alex glanced over at Brooke, and then said, "Did he say anything about popsicles?"
"Can I have a grape one?"