“So why didn’t you clean it up yourself, shorty, you in so much of a hurry?” Big G growled.
Tapper sniffed, faking all serious. “Against the regs. Going solo on a Harvey.”
Big G laughed. “When’d you ever stick to regs?”
Tapper’s grin returned. “When I’m first at a Harvey call.”
Snorting, Big G touched his Smoother finger to a small indentation beside the door of the Harvey’s cube. The snoop spot irised open, and he bent down to peer in. He moved his head back and forth, and then straightened. “Can’t see a thing.”
“Dispatch thinks he covered the lens with glop.”
“That’s a new one.”
“Guess he got sick of that one flavour you like so much.”
Big G chuckled, relaxing a bit when he heard that it wasn’t a woman. Female Harveys were the worst, at least for him. He didn’t like having to hur
