At the end of shift in the locker room, Dino’s sergeant strolled up. “Pirelli, good work finding those guys.” He sighed. “I don’t buy the story they’re pedaling, but I’m not doing anything about it. The lieutenant’s chewing their asses now.”
Dino shrugged. “Sarge, it’s true. The flying saucer’s magnetic field interfered with the police radio. They couldn’t receive or transmit.” He smirked.
The sergeant shook his head and walked off.
Bander met Dino leaving the locker room. “Hey, do you want—”
Parelli barked, “Yes, I do want some drinks. Lots of them, but my place, not the bar.”
Bander lost his smile and only nodded, obviously trusting his bud.
At Dino’s house, they settled on opposite ends of the couch with beers in the sparsely furnished living room. Bander drank.
“What’s eating yo
