"Let me guess, we can't walk through the front door and go straight up and kill him," I said with a sigh.
"No," Archer agreed. If I didn't know better, I'd think he took it personally.
Cass grimaced. "Knowing him, it has white carpet. It'd make a mess." He didn't seem to mind it too much, but he'd already mentally ruled out walking right in as an option.
So had I. Even if we could get past security, there'd be cameras filming our every move.
“However…” Archer said slowly.
I tilted my head and listened to him explain what he'd found.
CHAPTER 12
BONER
Hey, I?—
Jules
No.
Boner
But…
Jules
Don't make me throw you out of this car.
Boner
…
Jules
Once we figured out the radio situation, by me turning it off, Boner and I drove in silence. That is to say, I didn't say anything. He talked about stuff. I didn't listen. My mind was on Harlow. I hated leaving her behind, even for a little while.
"You know the way, don't you?" Boner asked, breaking through my thoughts.
"Nope," I said. "That's what the GPS is for."
"Right," Boner said, drawing the word out. "Of course it is. I never could get into...these newfangled things."
"GPSs?" I asked. I was almost certain I'd seen him navigate with his phone.
"No, horseless carriages," he said with a laugh.
I glanced over at him before returning my attention to the road. "You're an idiot."
"Come on bro, lighten up," he said. "This is the adventure of a lifetime. You and me. The road…"
"Heavy traffic," I said.
I muttered a few expletives to the idiot in the rusty white Jeep who tried to cut me off. Was that thing even roadworthy? Doubtful.
The driver stuck an arm out the window and waved like they were apologizing. Because that instantly made everything all right.
"Learn to fucking drive," I grumbled.
