Okay, I’ll admit, it was a late breakfast. Greg had heard from Lance late the night before, but I still hadn’t heard from Miranda. We’d both heard, however, from Steele. He had sent both Greg and me texts saying it was okay for us to stop by and could we bring him a few things. The list included orange juice, ice cream, bananas, and milk, all with specific organic high-end brand names. “Notice anything about that list?” Greg asked as we headed north on the 5 Freeway. “That it’s missing booze?” I suggested. Greg laughed. “I’m sure Steele has plenty of that at his place. Doesn’t he even have a small wine cellar?” “Yeah, he does.” I thought about the list. “Do you mean that we’re going to have to go to Whole Foods to get this stuff instead of a regular grocery store?” “No, but that’s a good observation.” Greg looked out the windshield, then at me.
