Rubble slumped into the chair with a heavy sigh. Sensing his disquiet, Diesel approached and rested a chin on his knee. Without a word, he patted the canine.
“What’s with the moping?” Gus asked, not glancing from his computer screen.
It was still early, far too early for Rubble to complain about the lack-a-dazzle attitude of the Prospects. In truth, Gus was disappointed in most of them. They lacked any desire for personal growth. They would never make it to becoming actual Brothers.
“Fun Run was yesterday,” Rubble said.
“Good day for it,” Gus gave a noncommittal reply.
“Ellie was there.”
“Ellie?” Gus repeated. “Did she end up volunteering for the water stations? I’m pretty sure she mentioned something about running in it.”
“Oh, she ran all right.”
Gus raised a brow, wondering at
