As they stepped away, Beckett nodded toward Blake’s bandaged arm. “What’d ya get?”
“It says ‘Sorry,’” Blake said as he went out the door to Cole’s private quarters, leaving his brothers alone.
Beckett dialed his cell phone and spoke to Cole while it rang. “What time’s good for you?”
Cole sighed. “Around one-thirty today would work.”
“Chaos!” Beckett yelled into the phone. “Fit me and my brother into your busy fucking schedule of dusting lawn gnomes and staring out that dirty shed window. We’ll be there at one-thirty.

Autore: Debra Anastasia