CHAPTER 25
I'm not a crazy conspiracy theorist, I swear, but I could see a pattern emerging.
"Start at the beginning," I said. "And we'll figure this out together."
"If you say so," Kip sprawled across the sofa, his legs on my lap. "But I think you're being a tad optimistic."
I laughed. "Don't get too comfortable there, mister. If you fall asleep in the middle of your story, I will wake you up."
Kip pretended to doze off, so I pinched his thigh right through his jeans.
"Ow!'
"See? That's what happens," I said.
"Okay, I get it, stay awake."
Then, as if in a trance, he proceeded to tell me about his morning, how he'd been called into his boss's office and soon found himself under attack from all sides.
"But who was there besides your boss?" I asked.
"Commissioner Dilly Williams, Q
