CHAPTER FORTY
With a brush in one hand and a bucket of soapy water in the other, Bolt hovered in front of the Justice Statue, smiling at his handiwork. He had spent all morning furiously scrubbing every inch of the upper half of the Justice Statue that he could reach. In fact, he had gotten so caught up in his handiwork that he hadn’t even noticed it was lunch time until Curtis called him on his earcom and told him to get down there and join the rest of the cleaning crew for lunch. But Bolt had told Curtis that they could go on and get lunch without him because there were still a few spots on the Justice Statue he needed to clean before he could call it a day.
And now, it is finished and I am starving, Bolt thought. Cleaning is almost as much work as fighting supervillains. Mad respect f
