“A few days before you showed up,
“So why is he going to be the death of you, Jarvis?” Angie asked.
“I can’t breathe when I’m within five feet of him. Some sort of allergy, I guess. I can’t stop wheezing and coughing. Say, I don’t mean to sound forward, but as you can tell, I’m desperate. I don’t suppose you two would like to take him along with you when you leave.”
Griff and Angle took only seconds to conduct a silent poll.
“As a matter of fact,” Griff said …