“Sure,” Frank said with a shrug, and within minutes, all of us were trying out the knee scooter like six-year-olds with a new bike.
“What’s the plan for today, boss?” Beattie asked as the excitement about the scooter began to die down.
“Nothing major,” he said, beginning to gather the plates from the table.
In the months I had known this man, he had literally never been without a plan. “We don’t have any assignments?”
“Well, Link already liaised with the police, and they’ve got a lead to follow up on with me in a bit. But otherwise, not really.” Boone smiled and started cleaning again.
“Um, okay,” I said. “I guess we’ll just hang out?”
Boone shrugged. “You can, or you can come with me if you want. We could go to lunch after?”
I perked up a bit. I’d had enough just hanging out yester
