“It’s going to be okay,” Russ said, taking Jake’s hand. “Ogden knows what he’s doing. He’s got the resources find Fabian.”
“Which is more than I do, at this point,” Jake replied sourly. He snorted softly. “Maybe I should have chosen another career. One that didn’t involve keeping people safe.”
“Like what? Selling shoes, mucking out stables?”
“Mucking out stables?” Jake shot him a look of amusement. “Where did that come from?”
“There was a kid at the library who thought, since I was sitting at a desk, I should know things. He wanted to know what that meant.”
“Did you tell him?”
“Yeah.” Russ chuckled. “It came from a book he was reading and he decided he didn’t want to raise horses if he had to do that.”
“I think I’d pass, too.” Jake stretched and yawned. “I should get out of here. It’s late, really late, and we both need some sleep.”
“We do. Will I see you tomorrow?”