“I want Patrick to get here so we can eat,” Wade said as he flopped down onto the armchair. “I bet he’s hungry. Prison food always looks gross in movies.” “Have we found something you won’t eat?” Sage asked, not looking up from her laptop. Wade frowned thoughtfully. “Maybe? Not like a jail could hold me. I could’ve busted Patrick out, now that I think about it. One tail flick—” “There will be no destroying federal buildings,” Jono interrupted. “Stop taking after Patrick.” “Someone has to until he gets back.” “Which should be soon, so no need to plan a jailbreak when it’s not needed.”
