You look ready to jump out of your skin, Prospect,” I say with a laugh.
He shrugs. “It’s my first time on a run.”
His voice is surprisingly deep and smooth. It reminds me of one of those DJs on the jazz station, and I half expect him to start talking about Miles Davis or John Coltraine.
“Relax, Prospect,” Cosmo says. “This is all run-of-the-mill shit. Nothin’ for you to be all jumpy and twitchy about.”
“Seriously, Max. Nothing to worry about. But have your weapon at the ready—just in case it all goes sideways.”
“Seriously?” he asks.
“We’ve dealt with these guys a million times. Always goes smooth,” Cosmo says.
