Chapter Twenty-four
Babbs was fishing again, finding it therapeutic.
Mickey stepped onto the staging. “We’re supposed to be in the cafeteria where we can be kept an eye on.”
“Yeah. I tried it. But the fishing is better down here, in the water.”
Mickey dropped her behind onto the steel grating next to Babbs, sipped honeyed tea from a mug and reached into the pocket of her jumpsuit. “Here, figured you could stand a breakfast beer.”
Babbs took the bottle and twisted off the cap. “Thanks. Better than the coffee you brought last time.”
“I’m trying to improve,”Mickey conceded.
“How’s the throat?”
“Better, now I switched medications. Got tired of those mentholated antibiotic cough candies.”
“Amy know you’re second guessing her?”
“No. And don’t tell her.”Mickey lifted her mug. “You’ll no
