“I’m fine going up on the bridge, if necessary,” Ken was protesting.
“Not happening,” Frank retorted. “I know Tonio set all but two lights exactly the way I wanted them, before he…” He shook his head. “Anyway, the other two are set correctly, now. I took care of that.”
“Heart in hand?” Ken asked with a bit of a grin.
“No kidding. I’ve checked every damned light. We’re good. If Glenn wants any angles changed, and he hadn’t better, I deal with it. I don’t want your blood on my hands, too.”
“Damn it, Frank, what happened wasn’t your fault,” Ken told him.
“I know, but still…”