XXXVII
Lucan beheld a large suitcase with a computer screen embedded inside. It weighed twenty pounds, and the computer screen showed a green radar field.
Celesse stood over his shoulder and studied the suitcase.
“You sure this is going to work?”
Lucan ran his hands along the elaborate stitching of the suitcase, and then brushed some dust off the computer screen.
“Yeah, it should,” he said. “I had a tech insert a chip in one of Old Dark’s front legs. We’ll know where he is once I boot this up.”
Miri and Earl entered, and Lucan waved at them. “There you are. Everything okay?”
Miri sat in a chair next to him. Her air was heavy. “Aside from resigning from my job, sure.”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Lucan said. “You resigned?”
“Yep.”
“When I told you to shore up your liabilities, that’s not wha
