“What, no argument?” Pickle asked, checking social media feeds for last-minute information.
“About the place to stop? Of course not. I’m sure you thought of the best place already, and this is it.” Hector tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
“Well, yeah. This way you can take off either East or West, and you have a clear enough path to see us coming and get ready. Also…”
Hector raised a hand and interrupted her. “As I said, it’s fine. Focus on the next thing, please. Cherry is in there. What are you looking for in the Agora profiles?”
Pickle grinned. “You’d be surprised how much info your can gather from people’s social media feeds. Look, this guy doesn’t care, he’s unmarried, he streamed the whole entry going in five minutes ago. It’s like having a spy cam!” She let go of a laugh
