“What happened to your blunter?” Barb asked as she hauled the stumbling Taya along.
“You’ve got it.”
“What?”
“I was gonna wear that jacket. It’s in one of the pockets.”
Barb felt in the ones on the side.
“Nah, one of the secret pockets. Anyway, I forgot.”
“So why didn’t you say something?”
“Kinda tricksy to do that in front of Demi…Demit…the contact.”
“We could have gone to the bathroom.”
“Both of us together?”
“It’s not unknown for women to double team the bathroom. Especially if I’m meant to be your bodyguard.” Barb clicked her tongue as they reached the ship. So ridiculous. She steered Taya carefully up the ramp, fiddled with the lock, and the hatch slid open.
“What does it matter anyway?” Taya said. “I got us the demo, didn’t I? I could handle it.” She drew herself up to her
