Justine shook her head. “Just grab him when he gets here.” She ran to the towel stand and grabbed three, seeing as Curtis was on the three-towel-side. When he made it to the steps, Matty and I grabbed him, and Justine wrapped him up. He was mostly clean save for some remaining black streaks. He didn’t struggle, but it seemed as if he was looking for something, probably his lord and master. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that his lord and master was an app that’d been created by some teenager in Minnesota.
The two officers moved in. Justine blocked their way. “Please, let me take my husband back to the room,” she said. “He’s just confused and needs a rest. The trip here was too much for him. We’ll pay for all the damage. We won’t let him out of our sight until we’re back on the plane
