CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Rey cursed and Adwin came crashing down the stairs into the room—and into us. Down we went like the bottles in a fair-ground milk pyramid. His cremini-brown eyes were as round as pizza pies as we struggled back up on two legs. “What the—you found her!”
I nodded grimly and sneezed as I inhaled a teeny petal.
“Addy, why don’t you help untie Gail? JJ and I have a nutbar to find.”
“Goo-ood luck, lovely Reynalda,” GRP said liltingly. “Toodle-loo. Until we meet again.”
Snap, crunch. The speaker went dead.
Rey and I looked at each other, then at Adwin, who had started to remove the gag from our dazed friend’s mouth. My cousin strolled over to a 60” LED magnifying task floor lamp with 360-degree rotating lens, which stood alongside a stainless-steel workbench, and turned it
