“About time,” Knox said as he took a seat in Perez’s office.
“You never struck me as an impatient man,” Perez said, opening folding chairs and arranging them to squeeze everyone in.
“I’m not,” Knox said, scraping his wife’s chair with Ximena on it across the floor next to him, “until there’s a target painted on my family’s back.”
“Actually, it wasn’t until they hit the target that he got peeved,” Alex pointed his finger like it was a g*n at his own forehead and pulled the trigger. “Thpbb!” He made a raspberry sound with his tongue.
No one laughed.
“Tough crowd,” Alex said. “No dark humor for you. Got it.”
Then a deep voice chuckled from behind. “I thought it was funny.”
Alex spun around in his chair and gave a high five to DeVaun. “See here’s a man with a true appreciation for high
