“Man, she's in my house right now,” Jonah said into his phone, his free fingers massaging his temples.
Logan Wilson whistled into the other end of the phone, “What did you tell her?”
Jonah tossed back the remaining contents of his beer into his mouth, opening another one, his third one in the last five minute, and drank half off it in a go.
“She idolizes the i***t and I just can't tell her, that her hero is probably swimming with the fishes in a salty sea somewhere because his whole export business is a front.”
Logan sighed, probably running his hand over his wife's baby bump, “What does she want?”
“To have me help her find the i***t, but I'm not doing it. I can't be around her and certainly not to help her find him.”
“If you need anything, anything at all. Like to get the girls a
