Red had spent a goodly amount of time saying his farewells this morning. He wanted to gauge the woman’s emotional state, but she seemed bright and chipper, which allowed him to go about his business, his own mood greatly improved.
“Let’s get going. We have a few things to do before we go to the Post Office.” Dembe nodded and headed for the door, not wasting time today.
“Giovanni called?” Dembe asked from the front seat, hearing the excitement in Raymond’s voice.
“Yesterday. He said it was there for us to pick up.” Red grinned infectiously.
A short while later, they arrived at the Post Office.
“We should have given them to her at dinner.” Aram complained, waiting for Ressler to open the trunk on his car. “I had forgotten about it until we were at the restaurant.”
“Don’t feel bad, Ara
