This time Wrench doesn’t quite manage to contain his reaction. A burst of derisive air escapes through his nose before he can stop himself. He looks from Dick to Norman and back again. Bagging groceries to make up for pointing a gun at a delivery driver? He wonders if they know he’s never worked a legitimate job a day in his life.

He wonders if they know they just handed him a possible key to getting more information about this place. He won’t even have to sneak around this time.

You want me doing community service? Projects around the town?

OK. Maybe we count the hours to my apprenticeship?