Matheus loved Alistair, and his magic clipboard. If Matheus needed something done, he told Alistair, and Alistair made a note. Ten minutes later, the task, whatever it happened to be, had been taken care of. Matheus didn’t think he’d really appreciated Alistair’s incredible capacity for organization.
“I have three groups out raiding the liquor stores,” Alistair said, tapping the tip of his pen on his list. “Freddie went with Malcolm and Aiko to the gun sh―”
“They can’t just steal whatever they want,” Matheus said. “We’re trying to avoid attention, remember?”
“They’re not hurling a brick through the window and grabbing everything in sight.” Alistair gave Matheus a look over the top of his clipboard, negating the need to add, ‘you’re an idiot.’ “With luck, the owners won’t even realize anything’s been taken. Until an inventory, anyway.”