“For the time being.”
“Hmm.” I go through his phone to make sure it’s not being tracked. It’s an interesting, vaguely wistful window into Lowe’s life. Not that I expected to find it chock-full of MILF porn, but his most visited websites are European sports news and fancy architectural magazines that look as entertaining as a traffic jam.
“Sorry your baseball team is doing so poorly,” I offer.
“It’s doing fine,” he mutters, offended.
“Uh-huh, sure.”
“And it’s rugby.” He stands to retrieve my blood cooler.
“Anyway. Emery doesn’t seem that bad.”
“No, she doesn’t.” Lowe opens the cooler, and then the secret compartment where we stowed the tools Alex gave me. “Mick has been collecting intel on the attacks and sabotages in Were territory, and it overwhelmingly suggests that she’s behind t
