“Dang Cody you should have seen Mustang today! A good ten minutes ahead of all the others when he hit the bobs.”
“Who’s Bob?” Cody asked while staring at his favorite spot on the ceiling. After his long talk with Officer Barbosa, Cody had not much interest in Marvin’s pigeon heroics and even less in Marvin. That Officer Barbosa had really painted Marvin in some seriously bad light. Even with his inherent distrust in law enforcement Cody believed everything that kid had said. He could suddenly see in Marvin’s eyes that he was a slimy bastard.
“The bobs. I told you about that. It’s what the pigeon flies through when he lands back at the loft, like the tape at a finish line. Mustang is a champ. I’m gonna win a lot of commissary money with that bird. We are gonna be neck deep in whatever we
