“GOT EVERYTHING?” MICH asked, exasperation pouring from her voice.
“That depends; we don’t resing know what we’re walking into,” Charley snarled back.
Wen had not reported in by the time Mich and Charley reached the Lazydragon, and it made Charley snap like a Janing muck gator. Surely he trusted his partner more than this? They couldn’t possibly do every investigation glued to each other’s side. His anger, no doubt misplaced worry, confused Mich. She watched him carefully, uncertain of his triggers, as he read the files from Daeh. His head hung low, brows drawn tightly together as he pondered the information. She drummed her fingers against the sofa arm. Make a decision already! He’d initially demanded they wait for the waitress. He’d since changed his mind, insisting they go after Wen i
