“Listen, I’m old, grouchy, and bored,” Gus said. “I’m also angry.”
He closed the file and held it up.
“Here’s my problem with all of this.” He reached over and took Ellie’s hand, gave her a gentle squeeze. When she felt the gesture, she looked up to meet his eyes, seeing the enemy she thought was sitting in front of her morph suddenly into an ally.
Gus offered a subtle smile.
“I don’t believe it.”