CHAPTER TWO
WALKING THE PLANK
“Is there a back door to this place?” asked Max.
Kit snickered. “I got your back door right—”
“Stop it, Kit,” I cautioned. “Not now. Please.” Then I turned to Max and replied, “Sadly, no; just the front one. The back one got closed in when they built a condo behind us.”
To which Blondella added, “But there is a roof exit and a fire escape.”
I nodded, having forgotten that route. “She’s right.”
“She?” he asked, with a tilt of his head and a grin on his stubbled face.
“Sorry. Pronoun rules sort of fly out the window around this place.” And since a pronoun is merely used in place of a noun, we long ago decided to use she and her in place of our names, which, granted, was kind of redefinition of she and her—as if anyone could define us to begin with. Besid
