Through the Looking Glass - Part 3
The Knave of Hearts . . . brought back the tarts
It starts so innocuously that it’s hard to pinpoint, even in hindsight. But he thinks that maybe it was his father’s birthday, sitting on the porch waiting to digest lunch before they embark on cake. TK is sketching a line of Steinlen style cats to march along the walls of Marisol’s bedroom. She clutches the piece of paper when he hands it to her and runs off to show her mom. Carlos can hear her inside, gabbling to his cousin Lorena that, “Tio TK promised he’d paint them for me if you say it’s okay. Please please please say it’s okay Mama.”
He gives TK an amused look. “You know that if you do it for Marisol all the kids will want you to paint their bedrooms too.”
TK grins lazily. “Gonna report me to the FBI for forging a Steinlen?”
His father snorts. “Careful, mijo, if you take TK in for painting on Marisol’s walls you will definitely lose your position as favorite tio.”
TK kicks at his feet. “Looks like I’m safe for another day, then.”
His father laughs at the two of them. “That reminds me actually, a friend of yours stopped by to visit me the other day." TK freezes in reaching for his ice tea, and Carlos’s father arches an eyebrow. "Tulson. Agent Tulson stopped by my office. Who did you think I meant?”
If you're looking to catch up:
Knave 1 - The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts
Knave 2 - The Knave of Hearts . . . he said he'd steal no more
