“This better be fucking important,” he snapped, shoulders tensed. “That depends,” Gibsie replied nonchalantly. “On what?” Johnny barked. “On whether or not you still want me to remind you of that thing you asked me to remind you about?” “Thing?” Johnny shook his head. “What thing? The fuck are you talking about?” “Lines and bulldozers, my friend,” Gibsie shot back with a meaningful look.
