“Do you really want to take the fucking chance someone isn’t walking by?” Gray argues. “Who? Grandma Betty walking her dog at midnight? We’re in the suburbs, big guy.” “Every single one of you is insane,” Ghost grumbles. “Isn’t this your handiwork?” I ask, waving my hand in front of Agent Reeves. Ghost shrugs, but I can practically hear him grinning under his mask.
