Chapter Twenty-Four
Woody
“A good man always knows how to keep a secret.” —Archie
Mex, H2, Pete, and Woody stood in the corner of the courtyard of greatness, inches from the statue of Manifesto the Great. It was nighttime; there was no one about, apart from those in the marketplace outside the courtyard gates. They were packing up and liked to make a meal of it. Being of lower class, there wasn’t much else to look forward to but packing up, so it was time of joshing, shouting, and tossing leftovers at each other.
“Cop this!”
“Cop that!”
“Cop it yourself—I’d rather have my ears pricked!”
Mex fumbled for her key card. Her man spy pad was not far. She looked at Pete.
“You had them last, ma’am,” he said.
The women in the café were all revved up for a revolution, or “coup,” as the wait
