Dillon led Connor straight to the boundary fence, not bothering to take the time to disable cameras. With hats plopped on their heads and Connor wearing the confiscated jacket, their neighbor should assume his workers were on the way.
The workers’ radio crackled. “What took you so long?”
Dillon shot a glance at Connor and kept walking. He depressed the talk button on the radio. “You try subduing two big dudes. Took time.”
“I’ve contacted the buyer. He wants the kiwi even if the bird is old. Handle it carefully. Remember how I showed you?”
“Yeah,” Dillon barked while wondering if the man was always this chatty and confiding with his employees. Unless the workers got a cut of the profits. It would keep the men keen and stop their tongues from wagging. Something to mention later although
