"I have a list." Forrest nodded toward his phone that sat beside his container. "Ideally I'd like to find out who's behind the auction and pin it on them."
"Two birds with one stone," Leif said. "I like it. Let's do that." He made it sound as if nothing was easier.
"We have to find who they are first," Forrest pointed out, making it sound anything but easy.
"Do you have a list of possibilities by any chance?" I asked.
"I do, but it's not comprehensive," Forrest replied. "My instincts tell me we don't have the right person yet."
He rubbed a weary and frustrated hand over his face. "Everyone on the list is a suspect in something. We can work our way down while we're trying to find the mastermind."
"Mastermind is a fancy term for that asshole," Woody said. "We need something better. Like, 'motherfucking prickbag.'"
"What about 'asshole from hell?'" Leif suggested.
"How about dirtbag ass-prick?" I said.
"Cock-face McDirthole," Savannah said with a laugh.
"Dirthole McCockface." Leif grinned.
"Prickhead McAsswipe." I was having more fun with this than I should, but it was nice to laugh for a while.
"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure that's Forrest's nickname," Leif teased.
Forrest gave him a dry look. "I might have been called that a time or two."
"I knew it." Leif waved his spoon in Forrest's direction. "You look like a Prickhead McAsswipe."
I leaned over and said to Savannah, "They really do like each other."
She laughed. "I can tell. They're so kind and supportive."
"Forrest is okay," Leif said.
"Leif has his moments once in a while," Forrest said. "When he's not pushing his luck too far."
"That's most of the time," Woody said, "I've never met anyone who pushed his luck further than Leif Larsen."
"That's not fair," Leif argued. "My brother Mikko pushes his luck way more than I do."
"If you say so," Woody said, clearly not believing a word.
"I'm wounded," Leif said, placing a hand to his chest. "You got me right here, in the heart."
Woody cocked his head at him, one eye half-closed. "I can't believe a man who's killed as many people as you have, doesn't know his heart is on theotherside of his chest."
Leif grinned. "I was testing you. I know where my heart is. For your information, it's not inside my chest. I gave it to Sable. Not literally, because then I'd be dead, but close enough." He gave me a soft smile.
"Great." Woody dropped his container on the table and tossed the spoon inside. "Now my teeth are going to fucking rot."
"He's jealous because he doesn't have a sweet bone in his body," Leif whispered loudly.
"I have plenty of them," Woody argued, "I don't put them on display like you."
"That's what's wrong with you." Leif pointed two finger guns at Woody. "You need to learn to talk about your feelings more often. Yourpositivefeelings, we all know about your negative ones."
"Who says I have positive feelings?" Woody grabbed his fork and box back up and resumed eating.