“No,” Mike said. “You go talk to the Tarrytown guys. They should all be on the first floor catching lunch. See if you can’t convince them to join our cause.” “How convincing should I be?” Drew said, swinging the bat. Mike grabbed the bat. “We want them to help us, not join the guys trying to kill us.” Drew seemed deflated at having to leave his bat in the pile. “I don’t think I want your help,” Shay said. She was like a different person, all in-your-face and shut-the-hell-up. Mike.”
