He wasn’t the happiest camper when he took watch, but that’s what he had to do. ‘No one’s on the schedule for fourteen through eighteen, Robbie,’ Frank told him. Robbie responded with a sincere apology and told Frank he forgot. “If the investigation is too much, then I’ll put someone else on it.” “No.” Robbie said. “I’ll clear my head and work on that when I have time.” Robbie got defensive at first, barking back at Frank that he was in his shit too much and to quit double checking everything. But after his initial stewing he admitted that Frank had a point. Robbie, though doing his job as head of Security, didn’t have his mind in it. There was a time and place for everything. He had to start putting the investigation out of his mind. It was tough. He couldn’t get past the fact that his father’s fingerprints were the one on the bomb, even worse, the ones on the timing device. Which meant, to Robbie, Joe set the bomb. And that’s where the sense went out the window.
