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"I don't get it. Are you actually going to work with the cops or what?" Fox asked while chopping onions.
We were standing side by side in the kitchen, getting dinner ready. Fox had decided he wanted to make old-school meatloaf, the way his mother used to make it for him.
Personally, I preferred lighter meals, but Fox had a way of convincing an Eskimo to buy air conditioning.
And since he still wasn't one hundred percent recovered, even with his stitches removed, I was the chef and he was my sous-chef tonight. That was the only reason he'd agreed to sit on a tall kitchen chair while I did most of the work.
"I'm still deciding, Fox. Officer Benson made a pretty compelling case. He's confident that if we follow his plan, they'll be able to flush the Vipers out and finally get th
