Bud just bit his lip. He knew when not to respond to his ex-wife even if he often ignored that knowledge.
"True, and a federal agent probably knows how to lay low after being wisked away in the blink of an eye," Bud shrugged.
He scoffed at what she said next. "That man." He shook his head. "Since we're concentrating on the kids, how do you want to handle the Director," he threw the title out like an insult, "and his puppets? Do we follow their rules and tow the line so as to try to make things as easy as possible on the boys?" Bud wasn't sure it would help any, but it definitely wouldn't hurt, aside from their egos and having to put up with these asses.