texting Bob

“Maybe it won’t come to that,” I said. “Did Gary get what I needed?”
“Check the wall,” Bob said, and his eyelights flared brilliant white.
I winced and looked at the wall across from the skull. Projected on the castle’s stones was a white square. Then Bob made a chirping sound, and a text message as if from a phone appeared on it:
One more thing, Gary, it read. The Boss says he needs to know how to contact that one lawyer who actually beat Talvi Inverno in court—Bob
These are text messages, dude. You don’t have to sign them. Is everyone there a luddite like Dresden? read a reply message, this one in a green field with white letters.
The next message was a block address.


The Law: A Dresden Files Novella Chapter 10, Page 59-60