snake. The plaque reads Master of Deception with the year engraved below. Comms crackle. “Flash it to us, Moretti,” Oscar banters. No chance. If I acknowledge SFO, the Cobalt brothers will think I’m choosing security over them. I set the trophy on the table and hear Farrow, his voice picked up on Oscar’s radio. “Cobalts are extra as fuck.” He’s not wrong. Donnelly enters the line and starts asking questions since he’s not at the bar anymore.
