“The bags are in the car,” Park said. “The brakes have been triple checked. The BSI has been informed to fuck off. I’m going to say my goodbyes to my family. You are going to collect the cat and put her in the car. You will then rendezvous with me in precisely twenty-three minutes so that you can say your goodbyes, which will last no longer than two minutes. Then you and I will get into the car and blow this popsicle stand.” “Damn,” Cooper said. “Is this what living with you is going to be like? You keep a tight schedule. Should we synchronize our watches?”
