Chapter Sixteen
We agreed to meet at Vinny’s later that evening before I had Phil drop me at the Embarcadero, leaving him with Mo’s car so that he could grab the necessary equipment. Half the stuff Mo had requested sounded ominous and way too techie for me but Phil had taken the list in stride, like it was a task he could handle in his sleep.
On the way, I hadn’t prodded and could tell Phil was glad I hadn’t asked, despite the fact I was more than curious about the boy genius’ past. Mo certainly felt comfortable with whatever it had entailed, but considering the motley crew he had to work with, probably realized he’d have to manage with what he was given. I still wasn’t sure where I stood with him but if this suicide mission produced the results we were hoping for, then I’d be on his tea
