Chapter 3
By the time they checked out the next morning, the hotel had stopped serving breakfast.
“You wouldn’t have liked it anyway,” Barry told his men as he drove out of the car park. “It was continental.”
“What’s that?” Jimmy asked.
“French crap,” Jake murmured from the back.
Barry judged Jake was sore because he’d been made to get in the backseat even though he’d claimed the front. Sore himself, but for a totally different reason, Barry was thankful he’d remembered to pack the hemorrhoid ointment.
As they joined the late morning traffic, Jake grumbled that Jimmy would get to ride up front longer than he had the night before. Barry had heard of parents developing selective hearing, so decided to ignore Jake’s complaints.
“But fear not, my fearless defenders of life, liberty, and
