Jeremy showed no signs of emerging from the PC room, so at a little after six, Jake told Laurel to go home. “Just because he’s killing himself in there doesn’t mean you have to as well,” he said, and she frowned slightly.
“I can hang if you want me to,” she replied. “I don’t have any plans for tonight.”
Although he was touched by the worry he saw in her face, he didn’t see any reason for her to stick around Trident HQ. Probably in an hour or so, he’d order some pizza in the hope that the aroma of pepperoni would lure Jeremy out and convince him to take a break, but Laurel might as well try to go home and have a normal evening.
“It’s fine,” Jake said. “Nothing is going to change until Jeremy gets into that security system, and I have no idea when that’s going to happen. If there’s an upd
