Chapter 27

“When did you hear about this?” he asked.

“They called me earlier today.”

“You could have told me!”

“And give you one more thing to rag my ass about?”

“This is serious!”

“No kidding.”

“I don’t know what they think they’re going to find.”

“Me neither.”

“And you’re not mad about it?”

“Any bastard with a gripe can call the frikkin’ Nazis at the DHS.”

“Oh, shit,” he exclaimed, sitting on the bed beside me.

Indeed.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me about this?” he demanded suddenly.

“I believe I just did,” I said.

“Before!”

“It’s not exactly a highlight of my life,” I offered.

“But we’re in this together, Wiley.”

“Are we?”

“Of course we are. We’re a team, big guy! How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“The same number of times that I have to tell you I don’t like being called ‘big guy’?”

“Would you rather I called you ‘Bubba’? Or ‘Clarence’?”

“I see your point.”