Worse. “There should be almost no risk involved.”
“It’s the almost part that’s getting to you, isn’t it?” Maddox sits down. “You know the Adders don’t mind taking a few risks.”
You don’t with grown men. “We’re hunting down a drug cartel.”
“We’d be happy to help.”
“You’re going to want to hear the details first…”
They’re Multiplying
Havoc
My body protests as I make my way to the kitchen in search of coffee. This was night two of almost no sleep. Between that woman next door and these drug dealers, I’m going to need so much coffee today.
“Morning, Dad.” Creed is way too cheerful this morning.
“Mornin’.”
“Rough night?”
I yawn.
“Coffee is made. I’ll make us some breakfast.”
“How did I get such a good kid?”
Creed shrugs. “Don’t know. Ask Bishop. He taught me to make coffee.”
“Very funny.” I fill my mug up and take a seat at the island.
“You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Did you try talking to Greer yesterday?”
That boy isn’t going to leave the topic of the hot neighbor alone. “No. Yesterday was a busy day.”
Creed starts cracking eggs with one hand like a trained chef. He did learn that from Bishop. I still use two hands to break them.
“Can I ask you something?”
If it’s about Greer, no. “Sure.”
“There was something odd Greer asked me the other day, and it got me thinking.”
I so don’t want to know. “What?” This coffee needs to work faster.
“She asked if my school had a lot of formal dances.”
That is strange.
“The thing is, we don’t. Prom is about the only school dance of the year. And that is only for juniors and seniors.”
“You’ll get there soon.”
Creed shakes his head and stirs the eggs up. “It’s not that. Other high schools have a ton of dances. We have none.”
