A man standing behind Mr. Kumar asked. “Are you blind?” Tex asked back. “Sorry?” the man queried. Tex threw out a beefy mitt. “Don’t you see we’re havin’ a meetin’?” The man looked around. He also looked confused. He looked back at Tex. “I thought you made coffee.” “We do. We also fight crime. Don’t you read the papers?” Tex asked, and I heard Jet giggle. I was right with her. “Um… yes, but I didn’t know you did it when you were making coffee,” the man replied. “Crime don’t happen when you want it to,” Tex returned. “You gotta be prepared. You gotta plan. And that’s why we’re havin’ a meetin’. Now shut it and wait until we’re done.” The man gave big eyes to Jet and I. He also appeared indecisive, like he didn’t know whether to wait as Tex ordered, or take his life in his hands that Tex might not like it and flee. Obviously not a regular. “We’ll be right with you,” Indy assured him as she moved to walk around the counter.
