“Fletch.” I cut him off. “It was time…” “Yeah—?” He lifts an eyebrow. “Funny that timing just happened to coincide with the fucking boy of the month mouthing off and getting himself into some heavy shit?” I tilt my head at him. “That’s not fair.” “No—” Fletch agrees. “It’s not, but that didn’t fucking stop him, did it?”
Clock it
