“Yeah. Not the specifics but…” Grey rapped his fingers on the table. “You’re probably going after someone who’s a problem. If I don’t miss my guess, because I’m pretty observant, Vin’s part of it, too. You don’t have to answer, but if he is, you could have worse back-up.”
“You’ll know he is when he leaves the same time I do, so I might as well admit it. I wonder what everyone else will think.”
Grey snorted. “Three guesses and the first two don’t count, although they’d be wrong, right?”
“Yeah, damn it,” Davie grumbled, hoping Grey believed him. As with all things pertaining to Vin, it wasn’t his place to reveal what Vin kept secret.
“You won’t leave until after Buzz’s birthday, I hope.”
“It’s tomorrow, right?” When Grey nodded, Davie said he’d be there.
* * * *
Saturday morning, Grey
