By eight the following evening we had everything we were taking packed in the van, including Liddy’s bags. You’d think, from what she put in the back, that we were going to be gone for a week, not two days, but I guess women need to change clothes more often than men.
When I said as much to her, she shrugged. “I like to be prepared for any contingency. Just like you do with all the toys you’re bringing along.”
“Toys?” I huffed, but I got what she meant. Rob and I had packed two backpacks with what we figured we potentially might need, along with dark clothes for the actual operation. Duff had his change of clothes in a small duffle bag.
Ian arrived with a messenger bag slung over one shoulder. He said, somewhat sheepishly, “I wasn’t certain if I needed to or not, but I brought black jea
