“They’ve decided to prime the pump, so to speak,” Uncle Randy said.
“Whatever that means,” Paul said.
“Okay, guys,” Uncle Randy said, “this is all hush-hush stuff. Consider it to be under the seal of the confessional, if you will.”
“Dad,” Paul said, “we’re not gonna run around blabbing about this stuff.”
“Nor,” I said, “will Sgt. Millar.”
“You do know that we never quite figured out who leaked the information about that project that I’m working on, right?” Uncle Randy said.
“Yes, Sir,” I said.
Paul nodded in agreement.