“The one with the glasses,” she said.
“How long was this one up there?” I said.
“Right,” said the donut guy. “Thing is, if you were convicts, we’d be poking and prodding and hitting on you, and you’d get the uniform, and we’d shove you on the convict floors with the other animals and we’d just sit back and watch the fun, right?”
Finlay stopped smiling. Went quiet. Just looked at me.
“I was winding him up,” he said. “He asked what we’d been doing, looking at a car. I said we weren’t. Said we’d told Baker we weren’t going far, but he’d misheard it as we’re looking at a car.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “That’s what I’m trying to find out.”