Page 72 of The Pucking Wrong Man

Ari: Because it’s seven p.m. and you texted me about “dogs.”

Ari: There’s no other thing I could do.

Me: Okay. The dogs are nice. Kind of. They might not be nice when you have to catch them because they will be hopped up on meat.

Ari: This is literally the strangest/most fascinating conversation that I’ve ever had. I’m on the edge of my seat, Hero, good job.

Ari Lancaster added Lincoln Daniels to the chat.

Linc: Where am I?

Me: Why did you add Lincoln?

Linc: Trying to keep something from me, Hero?

I shivered at that.

Me: I would never...

Ari: He needs help with a “dog” situation. My face is too pretty to get bit.

Linc: And my face isn’t?

Ari: You’ve got that scary energy, Golden Boy. They wouldn’t dare.

Me: I’m kind of on a ticking clock here, boys. Also, they are just dogs. Not “dogs.”

Ari: So he says.

Linc: ...

Ari: Let me just catch you up, Linc. He’s vaguely asked us to catch “dogs” that he says will be hopped up on something.

Me: Meat...they will be hopped up on meat.

Ari: The plot thickens.

Linc: Why are we catching dogs, though?

Me: We?

Linc: Obviously I’m not letting Ari handle “dogs” alone.

Me: Again...just dogs.

Linc: ...

Totally knew what “...” meant in that context.

Me: I need the dogs to...scare someone.

Ari: ...

Linc: ...

Wasn’t sure what that one meant.

Linc: Who are we scaring...

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