“Twenty minutes,” Leo said. “Make it look like it never happened.”
Jax finally looked up, tapping a plastic tray. “If you want the real deal—Retina display, true colors—you head three blocks over to the Apple Store. They’ll do it right, but you’ll pay for the privilege and probably need an appointment you don't have.”
Leo looked at his thumb, already sporting a tiny nick from a glass shard. He pushed his credit card toward Jax.
Leo glanced at the cracked screen. A text from his boss was trying to fight its way through a fracture. “And what about you?”
Leo looked from Jax’s cluttered workbench to the sleek, glowing Apple logo visible through the mall window in the distance.