Matt waved a hand at her to stop talking, because his phone was on voice to text, which meant that if she spoke loudly enough, the phone might pick it up and send...
No, I'm in Mexico with Laura, enjoying a margarita and some assholes came to find me to tell me how much they hate me wearing a Hawaiian shirt. Of course I'm in the city. Where else would I be after all these news reports?
Thank God it only sent messages, not voices attached to them.
Matt wincingly sat up in bed, wondering why he felt guilty. Clint was a colleague. He was Kate's mentor and one of her best friends. There was nothing wrong with what they'd been doing. There was, quite literally, only one bed and both of them were injured. He should just be glad to have Clint's expertise. What was wrong with him?
"Sorry. It's been a long few weeks. We're at Claire's right now, but the homebase is Josie's Bar. Are you... is your family all right?"
My wife is tougher than you'll ever be, Murdock. She and the kids will be fine. They'll kick my ass if I don't check on Kate with the city gone to shit. I was gonna message her, but then I realized, if messages are being tracked, I'd rather put your ass on the line. Not like you don't know a good lawyer to handle what comes from it.
Kate's where? I'm heading wherever that is.
"She's at Claire's. She's all right. ... it was a rough night, Clint, but she's all right."
Silence.
"Clint?"
ETA 23 min. 25 if I'm feeling productive along the way.
Matt fell back against the mattress and closed that message thread. Well. Maybe they wouldn't have to worry about Powell after all.
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No, I'm in Mexico with Laura, enjoying a margarita and some assholes came to find me to tell me how much they hate me wearing a Hawaiian shirt. Of course I'm in the city. Where else would I be after all these news reports?
Thank God it only sent messages, not voices attached to them.
Matt wincingly sat up in bed, wondering why he felt guilty. Clint was a colleague. He was Kate's mentor and one of her best friends. There was nothing wrong with what they'd been doing. There was, quite literally, only one bed and both of them were injured. He should just be glad to have Clint's expertise. What was wrong with him?
"Sorry. It's been a long few weeks. We're at Claire's right now, but the homebase is Josie's Bar. Are you... is your family all right?"
My wife is tougher than you'll ever be, Murdock. She and the kids will be fine. They'll kick my ass if I don't check on Kate with the city gone to shit. I was gonna message her, but then I realized, if messages are being tracked, I'd rather put your ass on the line. Not like you don't know a good lawyer to handle what comes from it.
Kate's where? I'm heading wherever that is.
"She's at Claire's. She's all right. ... it was a rough night, Clint, but she's all right."
Silence.
"Clint?"
ETA 23 min. 25 if I'm feeling productive along the way.
Matt fell back against the mattress and closed that message thread. Well. Maybe they wouldn't have to worry about Powell after all.