Phoebe stretched out amid the papers, her hands crossed behind her head, and stared at the ceiling, feeling oddly resigned. They’d tried. They’d failed. s**t happens.
“Is it check and mate, Pathphinder?” Dewey asked. He’d stretched out beside her, but on his side, with his head resting on his hand.
She tried to clear her thoughts, to see the board, the game, but for the first time, she couldn’t. She shook her head. “I don’t know. Pathphinder seems to be in shock.”
“We need to fall back. Take some time to regroup. You’ve been working too hard if you can’t see the game. And we need to get the heck out of Dodge. It’s getting real hot here. Never seen the Feds try so hard to find two losers.”
Phoebe grinned. “If you’re trying to prick my pride by calling me a loser, it’s not working.” She
