Chapter 11“We should be the ones to do this,” said my mom and dad.
“You should?” I said. “And why is that?”
“You’re wanted men,” said Mom, pointing at me and Milo. “Everyone else is in this room is in their databases, perhaps also wanted now. Us, us they probably don’t know about. We can still walk around freely. Plus, we met that guy once.”
“You did?” Craig asked with a surprised look on his face. “How come we didn’t know about that?”
She shrugged. “He knocked on the front door years ago, just before Randy was born. Said he wanted to see how the house was holding up. It was a five-minute conversation. After all, what could happen to a steel house, especially one that had only recently been built?”
“Maybe he’ll be willing to talk with us,” said my dad, “seeing as he knows us. Somewhat
