12 BARKING CRUCIFIXES
“Who’s the giant monkey with the terrifying mullet?” Jay whispered.
“That’s Manhattan,” Gee replied. “The guy who ordered your kidnapping.”
“Oh. Do all the people who work here have a bad hairstyle or something? Is it like a company requirement?”
Gee glared back at Jay. I didn’t see any daggers in his eyes, but the damnation was certainly there.
“Bald is beautiful too, man. It really is,” Jay said.
All the chit-chat was going to get us hurt, killed, eaten or something worse, if there was anything worse. “Keep it down or he’ll hear us,” I said, looking around for an escape route. “Gee, is there another door that leads to the outside anywhere around here?”
“Nope. This is the only way out of here,” he said.
Glued to the wall and doing my best James Bond imperson
