Ace dressed, then grabbed a loaf of bread and began cramming slices into his mouth to soak up the alcohol. He mumbled around the food, “We have to go to Bobby's house.”
“Why?” Clarice started throwing everything on top of a blanket and rolled it up like a sack.
“Bandwidth. I need to use the Big Black Wrecker in person for this job. Entangling it won't work.”
Crap. “Bobby's wife won't like it.”
The thought of the beastly woman obviously gave him pause as well. His eyes widened. “Whoa. I forgot about her.” He sighed. “I hope she'll play nice.”
“She will. For Nolan,” Clarice said without much conviction.
“Good. Because there's no other immediate way around it.”
Why does life have to be so hard?
* * *
Going to Bobby's house was dangerous. There was only a slim chance the feds were wat
