He’s listening to the dog like it’s a fucking radio, Kurtz marvelled.
“Let me get this straight, Archie. Mr. Gray is in Jonesy—”
“Yes—”
“And they have a dog with them that can read their minds?”
“The dog hears their thoughts, but he doesn’t understand them. He’s still only a dog. Boss, I’m thirsty.”
He’s listening to the dog like it’s a fucking radio, Kurtz marvelled.
“Freddy, next exit. Drinks all around.” He resented having to make a pit-stop—resented losing even a couple of miles on Owen—but he needed Perlmutter. Happy, if possible.
