Chapter 45
FORTY-FIVE
CHAOS PUPPY
D: Landed in Madrid, Chaos Puppy
Callan: That was a mad couple days for you, lol. Back in NY for the last two games of the year, then onto a flight for Spain. You guys must be exhausted
D: I went past that point as we flew over the Atlantic
D: Zach slept like a log
Callan: He’s just missing one game, right?
D: No. There are a couple open days in the schedule. He managed to reserve red-eye flights the night before the next game
Callan: Oh, that sucks. A flying visit, huh?
D:
D: Yeah
Callan: I’m not sure I like this new nickname, btw
D: What would you prefer? Chaos Malinois?
Callan: Definitely sounds more
D: Great adjective there, Chaos Golden Retriever
Callan: Shut up. Do you want an update or not?
D: I mean, how much chaos can you bring while we’re offline on a nine-hour flight?
Callan:
Callan: So, fun (and horrifying) fact! When Dyers went to Dubai last year, he slept with a 15yo
D: Firstly… EW! That skeevy asshole
D: Secondly, I knew that hunch would pay off when I asked you to research his vacations
Callan: His father paid off the parents of the girl
D: I Told You So came through?
Callan: Victoria said so.
D: I’m not sure I want to know how she knows I Told You So lol
D: (Excuse me while I fangirl.)
Callan: (I fanboyed. Don’t worry.)
Callan: Best not to ask for sure
D: Okay, so she’ll be revealing the home address, correct?
Callan: Yes, maestra
D: And we’ll be leaking that to the hacktivists you found in Edinburgh?
Callan: Yep, they’re Marxists and hate the US government’s influence on the UK Considering who his dad is…
D: Great find!
D: You’re earning your nickname
Callan: No one hurts my friends
Callan: Now, I’ve heard the olive oil is insane in Spain
D: Are you asking me to bring you some back?
Callan: No, I’m asking you to buy some and give it to Zach to bring back lol
D: Chaos Yorkshire Terrier, you’re worth your weight in olive oil.
Callan: