" Move along,” Hines said. “Last room down.”

I spotted a fish tank halfway down the aisle. Dug into my pocket.

“Hi,” I whispered. “Distraction in five. Four. Three...”

I broke off as we neared the tank.

Hi spun. “Yo, warden. When do we eat around here? I'm hypoglycemic, plus I've got a hernia. And rabies simplex D. Basically, I need a ton of pills or my arms will fall off.”

“Boy, you're on my last nerve.”

As Hines glared at Hiram, I palmed the flash drive and dumped it into the fish tank. The yellow-and-black rectangle tumbled to the bottom.

So long, friend. Let's hope Shelton's email went through.

“It's a cultural thing,” Hi was saying. “I think you're being very insensitive.”

Hines snorted. “Do you want me to cuff you?”

“Kinda.”

“Hi.” I nodded. "

― Kathy Reichs , Exposure (Virals, #4)