“Nice work,” I said. “You should be the one named Tarzan.” “It’s been a while since I chased someone down. I spend most of my time behind a desk now.” It was obvious that he also spent time in the gym because his body was perfect, and he hadn’t broken a sweat capturing Tarzan. My body had to make do with good genes, because I hated the gym. My favored exercise was walking the length of the mall to get to Cinnabon. So far, I was holding my own, but I suspect the future might be ugly.
