“You think they’re coming?” Bo asked as we pushed out into the night.
“I sure hope so,” I said.
“Me too!” Natkaal said. His voice came from the roof.
To our depressing disappointment, the red coupe was still parked across the street. I had secretly hoped that a car thief would nab it. It would have made our eventual conversation with Eduardo much easier. But nope, I was going to have to come up with some crazy explanation of how we destroyed this car.
Bo and I settled into the car and watched Death by Tacos. The door opened a few times, and each time, a party of satisfied patrons ambled out.
“You sure guilt-tripped her,” Bo said.
“I’m not beneath that when the world is at stake,” I said.
Then, the door opened again. Gillian walked out and stood tall. He glanced across the street and
