Chapter 32

“I guess we hoof it,” Shorty said when Mick explained the problem.

Mick rolled his eyes, muttering “Five miles?” as he went into the office and turned on the computer. A couple of minutes later he knew which busses they could take, with the stop for one of them only three blocks from the house.

They washed the breakfast dishes, Mick changed from the jeans he was wearing into slacks and a better shirt.

When Shorty pointed out that it might be a good idea if he didn’t wear the same shirt he had on yesterday, Mick found him another short-sleeved one. Then, they were ready to leave. At the last minute, Mick decided to open a basement window a couple of inches, telling Shorty, “I’d rather not come home to find out he broke one to get in.”

“You sure he won’t smell a set-up?”

“It’s next to the dryer, so with luck he’ll think it was left open by mistake or to let out the heat.”

Shorty snorted, but didn’t pursue it any further.

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