“It’s twelve years into the twenty-first century, love,” Booger said. “We record ourselves doing everything. Can’t help ourselves, now, can we? Stoker bros, too, I bet, eh, Thor?”
“Well, nothing as explicit as what you and I did on film, but, uh, maybe one or two things we wouldn’t want Kale Omlet to put up on his blog.”
Booger sat up. “Kale Omlet? Why in God’s name would you go and bring up that name?”
Ben stood. “He’s been gunning for me since I got here in London, for some stupid reason, Booger. The jerk put a frigging bounty on my head. Cash for a video of me giving it.”
“You don’t read his blog?” Kat asked. “I assumed all Brits do.”
Booger was suddenly at the door. “I gotta go.”
“You okay, Boog?”
“Yeah, Thor. Don’t worry about me. You just take care of yourself.”
“That was weird.” Kat was still on her phone, and Booger was gone. 27
Second thoughts. He always had second thoughts when it was too damned late to do anything about it.