5 Knox
Mischief completed, Alex cleaned the jelly molds in the kitchen sink with running water. The normal sterilizer wouldn’t do the trick this time. He needed this stuff washed away. The last of the glow-in-the-dark paint swirled down the drain as the ramp creaked open.
Alex raced to his bedroom and stuffed the molds into the back of his shirt drawer. If Knox searched, he’d go through the underwear and sock drawer first. Then maybe he wouldn’t want to search any further. Knox’s adaptation was sensitive smell, after all.
The ramp hit the landing-dock floor with a clang as Alex rushed back to the break room and lounged in a chair. Knox’s heavy boot steps stomped through the cargo bay, approaching. Alex was about to pay for his little scheme. He shrugged. It was worth the price.
Besid
