Chapter Nine
Before I could formulate a G-rated response, Abe knocked on the door and poked his head in. “Everything okay in there?” We nodded and moved back into the kitchen. “I take it Leah told you about Ramirez’s suggestion?”
“Sounds more like a directive than a suggestion,” I replied.
“If you’re not cool with it, we can certainly stay out in the car,” Elijah offered, sounding mildly amused.
“Oh sure, and fill that lovely machine with boy stink?” Leah scrunched up her nose.
“Boy stink?” Abe asked.
“Don’t even get me started—”
I waved my hands, indicating a cease fire. “It’s fine, guys. No problem. I’m sure we can make it work. It might even be to our advantage.” When Leah wiggled her eyebrows, I quickly added, “I meant having the evidence, maps and all of us in one place could b
