Jaq With a Q (Kismet) Read Online Free PDF

without being afraid. And then I thought about the mess and what kind of shape the house would be in. I was thirteen the last time I was there; the last time anyone was there. For all I knew the place wasn’t even livable.
    There were two spy stores in the city, one on the east side and one the west. I chose the one closest to me, in awe of the technology. Genius and expensive. The minuscule batteries alone cost a fortune. Nine hundred-fifty-two bucks and three tiny cameras’ later, I was set. Now if I could just get them placed without her knowing. Her hiding in the bathroom was perfect, me talking to her on the other side of the door was not. Hell, I would just tell her I would be the one there. It was my money, she was eating my food, and using my phone and internet. If this was going to work, it was going to be my way.
    I parked my car on the same side as her apartment, a parking lot almost directly in front of her apartment. Of course, I didn’t see any movement, not that I was expecting to, and the drapes never moved. The tiny cameras I had just cut off an arm and a leg for had me overly impressed. Smaller than a pencil eraser. Now, to get them up there. My eyes shifted to the second floor as a deep breath filled my lungs.
    “God,” I cried when my phone rang in my lap. Being jumpy like this was sort of foreign. I hadn’t had this much exciting adrenaline in years.
    “Hey, bro. So give me the scoop. What are you up to?”
    “Man, Silas. I don’t know. This chick called me from out of the blue a few weeks back, only she called the wrong Oliver Benson.”
    “There’s two of you? Good Lord.”
    I ignored the humor attempt, my fingers pinching the bridge of my nose for a quick second and then turned back to the expert hacky-sacker, a kid not much more than a toddler. Alone on the sidewalk, not an adult in sight. Nothing about this was funny. “From my own research, I think there’s four. Two in New York. Anyway, she was looking for a hit man.”
    “Whoa. Hold the phone. What the hell are you doing, Oliver?”
    I rolled my eyes and shook my head at my idiot brother. “I’m not going to knock anyone off, and that’s not why she called.”
    “But you just said—.”
    “You didn’t let me finish. She wanted a hitman to kill her.”
    “Why? And why didn’t she just do it herself.”
    “She’s scared.”
    “Of what?”
    “Everything, I have no idea, but I’m about to find out.”
    “You’re taking her to the lake? You know that place hasn’t been opened in what …?”
    “Yes, I know, but not yet. She won’t let me get close to her.”
    “Is she in a psych ward or something?”
    “No, she lives in a shitty part of town. I haven’t got the story on that yet, but I know she’s been there for about three months. I just don’t know why yet. Someone approached her a couple weeks ago, and I guess she lost it. Sat down in the street and started screaming.”
    “How do you know this?”
    “This kid. He’s been keeping an eye on the place for me. He said she took off running, leaving her groceries on the street. That was the last time she was out of her apartment.”
    “What are you going to do, Oliver? I don’t like this.”
    “You know what I’m going to do. I just have to find the formula. Surely he left it somewhere, maybe the journals.”
    The anxious grunt came before the words. “Ha, um yeah. You’ve flipped your lid. I told you to go into business school. You never listen to me. You can’t induce love through a manmade drug laced with LSD. Stop, leave the girl alone. Let’s do something. An adventure. Brazil. I was there last month, and man, you want a place to find the meaning of life? Go there. The beaches are truly cosmic.”
    “Yeah, like I’m going to jump on a plane and fly anywhere. I’m doing this, Silas. She needs me. She needs someone.”
    “Why you? Where’s her family?”
    “I don’t know yet. I’m just now scratching the surface.”
    “Oh, my God. It’s finally