CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
One week later …
Parking my bike in the bike rack at the Elastic Cave’s entrance, I removed my bicycle helmet and sighed. Even though today was supposed to be my day off from work, Rubberman had called me during breakfast and asked me to come to the Elastic Cave as quickly as possible. He said there was something very important that he wanted to talk with me about, some news that had come up this morning that he needed to discuss with me. He wouldn’t say what it was over the phone, but he said it was too important to talk about over the phone and that it would be safer to discuss it in person.
I had almost told Rubberman no because I really wanted to take this day off, but the urgency in Rubberman’s voice had convinced me it was important. So, getting onto my bike, I
