"What the hell are you doing here?"
Derrick looks at me in bewilderment when he hears my tone. "Honestly, I thought you'd be happier to see me."
"Oh, don't get me wrong! I am, really!" I say, waving my hands frantically. "But I'm undercover, Derrick. You can't just appear in the area I'm working and-"
"I'm also undercover."
I pause, staring at him. Then my eyes take in the outfit he's wearing.
Oh.
Oh.
"You're working here?"
He nods. "Started a few days ago. I've been waiting to speak with you, but I've been unable to. Plus, the boss said to let you be till you reveal yourself. I'm supposed to just assist you."
Ford said that?
I frown. "Why would he put your life at risk like that?"
"You're doing the same thing," he says, indicating my getup. I groan and cover my face with a palm.
"At least I knew what I was getting into. You, on the other hand…this is dangerous, Derrick."
