After breakfast, Tuck took London back up to their room to gather anything she might need for the trip, as well as her jacket and helmets for them both. He’d borrowed a spare from one of the Kings who had brought it, just in case.
The ride to Mt. Rushmore wasn’t long but Tuck wasn’t comfortable on an unfamiliar mountain road without the helmets, especially if the group that had been harassing him showed up again.
Before they had a chance to leave the room, Tuck’s phone rang.
“It’s Gizmo. I’ve got to take it.” He set his helmet down and answered the line. “This is Tuck.”
“I’ve got some information you’re going to want to hear,” Gizmo said from across the country.
“Tell me.”
“I’ve uncovered some new things and some old things. Let me tell you and you tell me what you think when you hea
