Chapter 10“We’ll just need disguises,” Stella said, a few minutes after the shock of Jake’s report had worn off. Uh, mostly off. This was her dreaded second plan, as if we hadn’t had enough of those already. She’d already unleashed it on us. Twice. And it made me queasy listening to it both times. “You don’t happen to have any on hand, do you?”
“Disguises?” I asked, trying and failing to suppress a s**t-eatin’ grin.
“What’s with the s**t-eatin’ grin?” she asked.
Zeb elbowed me in the ribs. “Nothing. He just, uh, likes disguises, is all,” he explained. “And I, uh, I think we might have some handy. Somewhere. Handy.”
Jake sighed. “Please don’t tell us. If those smiles are any indication, we don’t want to know the details. So just get them and let’s get a move on.” He rolled his hands, on
