#Chapter439

The hunt

Ryan

We sat on the chopper as Frazier pulled out a laptop and started getting to work.

“I assumed he was a baker?” Brax asked.

Frazier’s head shot up.

“Pastry chef.”

“Is there a distinction?”

“Yes. It’s a huge contrast.”

Frazier hated when people referred to him as a baker. He considered his work art.

“Okay. Let me get this straight. You love to cook, but you work in computer security,” Brax said.

He pointed to me.

“And you work in a bakery but love computers. Is something wrong with this picture?”

“No. I’m a psychiatrist, but I love to kick peoples’ asses. Any more useless questions?”...