Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 145
“I shouldn’t have tipped our hand about Kat’s brother.”
“No, it was good,” Terry said. “It’s a balance of power
thing. Did you sleep through the Cold War?”
“But we were bluffing. That would be fine if we actually
had him in our care. We took a gamble even bringing him
up. We’ve got to bring him home. Tonight.”
“I have something that will make you happy,” said Terry.
“Threesomes are out.”
Terry leaned through the bucket seats and presented a
flash drive as if it were the Holy Graal.
Dylan glanced over at it. “Yer shittin’ me. What did’ja
get?”
“I’m not sure. There was a running Mac in what looked
like a holy wreck of an office. I just plugged in the drive and
dragged a bunch of miscellaneous stuff over to it as fast as I
could. I know we got an order roster, I made sure of that.
We’ll have Susan sift through the rest of it when we get
home.”
Dylan sighed, elated. “Well, dude, you just rock.”
Richard managed a “Good job,” but otherwise kept his
thoughts to himself. As they entered the house, Kat pounced
on them at the door. Her eyes were ringed and red, less and
less able to master her distress. “What did you find? What
happened?”
Richard gave her the Cliffs Notes version of their meeting
as the friars shed their coats and washed up for supper.
“This stew is going to be mush if it stays on the stove any
longer,” Brian appeared in the hall, his hands on his hips.
Given his hunched back, this was a more menacing pose
than it might otherwise have been.
Seated at the table, they said a quick blessing, and began
tearing at the bread and helping themselves to the pot of
stew steaming in the middle of the huge oaken table.
Susan walked in from the office and gave her husband a