Chapter 23

Natasha took the popsicle from Vernon's hand and couldn't help but chuckle. "Didn't think you could still find these around. They were a childhood favorite." The faded, retro wrapper gave it away—it was the kind of popsicle every kid had growing up. "I'm Vernon Hampton. What's your name?" He leaned in slightly as he asked, casual but curious. Since he had helped her out, Natasha didn't see a reason not to answer. "Natasha Bradley." From the moment she heard his voice earlier, something about it had struck a familiar chord. In her line of work, she had developed a sharp sensitivity to voices. "Have we met before?" she asked. Vernon raised an eyebrow. "Didn't expect that. Usually, I'm the one chatting up the girls. First time a girl's trying to flirt with me instead." Natasha rolled her eyes and didn't bother answering. "I couldn't help noticing how pissed those girls were at you. Did something happen between you?" Seeing Natasha remain silent, Vernon kept talking on his own, r