“Well, listen to mister geek education curse like an alley w***e. What's gotten up your electronic jock?” Diamond said, pausing in his cleaning to listen, concerned. “Don't sweat those Latin wannabes. We'll be ready for them next time.”
“It's not that.”
“Ooo-kay…You going to keep me in suspense? Or do I have to pry the business out of you?”
Ace looked around the cell, as if searching the cracks in the concrete and chips in the paint would reveal some kind of pattern of guidance, reading the fractal geometry like a shaman reads a toss of bones, seeking answers. Heavy duty cleaner filled his nose and prickled the back of his throat. He said, “I don't know if I should tell you.”
“Really?” Diamond replied with a hand on his hip, the other waving a paper towel with attitude. “After all we'v
