![]() ![]() Garrick appeared, cradling an AK-47 assault rifle, which had probably been new when Chevie was in grade school. “Praise the Lord for good sense,” said Riley, and he ducked under Chevie’s arm so he could drag her more efficiently. “What you said about leaving? You were right.” “That was our cue to go,” she admitted, hitching herself over the top step and into the hallway. “That was your locker, wasn’t it, miss? That was Garrick outfoxing your code?” ![]() Riley knew without being told what the noises were. “Maybe, if he could get into the weapons locker, he could do something, but that’s protected by a code.”įrom below came a double bleep and ka-chaak, which Chevie recognized as the weapons locker keypad turning off its alarm and swinging open. Didn’t you see him delivered from the pit with your own two gawpers?”Ĭhevie had seen it, but she refused to relinquish the rules of her world entirely. He ain’t no bludger nor simple broadsman. Riley understood that Miss Savano believed she had gained the upper hand, and his eyes watered with frustration. “Unless it’s a weapon, Agent, forget your bloomin’ phone. Why Do We Dream and What is Actually a Dream? ![]()
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