CHAPTER 34Mrs. Sims was able to cobble together breakfast for the group using the limited array of groceries the agents had hastily purchased the day before. It was actually quite amazing how prepared the farmhouse was, given the very short notice the agency had to secure a place and outfit it for seven people.
Miles fiddled with his phone. “There is no Wi-Fi here,” he complained to no one in particular.
“I’ll be setting up a wireless hotspot after breakfast. It should be adequate, provided you won’t be using it for any elaborate video games,” Agent Maye teased.
“Great, thanks.” Miles was delighted to discover Agent Maye had a sense of humor. He then turned his attention to George, who had retreated to the couch.
“George, how are you feeling?”
“I’m fine. A little sore but none the wor
