“You know,” Brad said the next morning as they walked back to his bike after breakfast, “the success of this operation is going to depend as much on luck as planning.”
“Yeah. If I can’t find Mario, or if I do and I can’t convince him I’m interested in what he does without making it seem as if I have some ulterior motive, the whole thing goes down the chutes.”
“Exactly. So we have to come up with a way to make that happen.”
“Make it go down the chutes?” Derek asked with a grin.
“No.” Brad shook his head. “Get serious. We only have a vague description of Mario. Hell, you could be him if you were taller and a bit older.”
“True.” Derek tapped his lip thoughtfully then veered off the sidewalk into Washington Square.
“What are you doing?” Brad asked, following.
“Getting away from people s
