“Okay. See you soon, puppy—” Shit. I don’t hang up fast enough. I drop my hand down to my lap, still clutching the phone. A stiff silence hangs in the air inside this cramped, smelly van. From the middle seat, Morrow and Sully slow turn to look at me. “Puppy?” Novy repeats. I narrow my eyes at all three of them. “You wanna do this now? You really wanna come at me like I don’t know all your collective dirty laundry? Go ahead. First guy to crack a joke and call me ‘puppy’ is volunteering to get roasted.”
