“How about we worry about that later?” Joe said. “Right now we’ve got six people, three falcons, and a dog, and we need to try and get out of here in one Jeep. Not to mention, there are trucks out there filled with killers on the way to the interstate highway system.” Nate laughed grimly. Without looking over his shoulder, he said, “Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?”
