Chapter Seventy-FourDirectly across the recreational chamber was a small cave, about four feet in width and four in length, with two feet on the corner ground missing. No one knew how deep the hole went, but somewhere in the past, someone used that hole as their garbage dispenser and emptied their chamber pots. Once, during my earlier months as Remo's familiar, Angelina threw in an agent who'd annoyed her, both to get rid of him and to see if he'd ever come back. He never did.
With Frizz's help, I dragged the bodies and body parts to the endless abyss, dropped them inside. They fell without a sound, as if they'd never been. The only two I didn't throw in were the ones whose bond I'd converted–and still had their heads attached. They'd rise again.
By the time I sensed Crozelle's presence,
