“Yep. Well, not undercover, but we took down a pair of gun-runners a while back. One of my few exercises in being backup—until now.”
“Not even now,” Sean replied, getting out of the car. He unlocked the door from the garage to the kitchen, punched in the security code, and waited for Ken to get inside before joining him, resetting the alarm box.
“What do you mean, not now?”
“I don’t need you tagging along while I break into Cox’s office. You make one wrong move and the whole thing could go ass end up.”
“An interesting way to put it,” Ken said, obviously trying not to laugh.
Sean looked puzzled. “What’s so funny? I don’t intend to end up in jail because you don’t know what I’m doing and get in the way.”
“It’s not that,” Ken protested. “I understand what you’re saying and it makes sense. It’s just the way you phrased it.” When Sean frowned, Ken said, “Ass end up?”