Next day, sure enough, I felt two hundred percent better when I got up, stirred the embers in the old Franklin stove and made myself something to eat. The coffee was pretty good, too, once I found the ground beans.
I counted to a hundred, which might have meant I averted something bad, or maybe something else I oughta do. Maybe I should be getting back to the Powolski house and see what"s brewing there. I had a stronger feeling about it when I got a call from Samir"s cousin Pepsi. I counted to ten.
“Better come quick,” he whispered. “Your old man Samir"s on his way out of town.”
Sure enough, Pepsi"s old Mercury was parked in front of our house and Mrs. Powolski was shouting at Samir, who had evidently packed his bags and was leaving. I knew the next ferry was due in about fifteen minute
