Chapter Forty-Three
A reply from Thalia arrives as I start checking Nero’s messages, most of which amount to, “Call me ASAP.”
Nero wanted you in the office half an hour ago, Thalia’s text says.
Sure enough, that’s what Nero’s latter messages and voicemails are about.
I make everyone jog to the limo, where Thalia and I agree that the situation calls for serious speeding to work.
“Sashimi, anyone?” Kit asks after loudly rummaging through the food bar in the limo.
“I’m not eating raw fish from a car that circled JFK all night long.” Felix wrinkles his nose. “Not everyone can turn their stomach into that of some kind of carrion eater.”
Kit chuckles, then bravely gobbles down the sashimi.
I make myself and Felix a bagel with peanut butter and jelly, and by the time we’re done with break
