Chapter Thirteen
Connections
“Everyone knew that solar panels had had their day, but no one said anything. Instead, gyms were sprouting up everywhere.”—Verruca’s diary
While Beryl, Archie, and H2 were driving under the influence of a rebooted, refurbished H-Pad, the ol’ fella was making plans. He had spent years incognito and now Mex was here; he had to act.
He knew Beryl like the inside of his wig, and she wouldn’t be far behind.
The ol’ fella revved up his moped and let his thoughts flow, hoping the loud hum of a 49cc moped would drown out his thoughts. He suspected he was being watched and his thoughts possibly read. Nothing surprised him with those women.
Halfway to Edinburgh, he stopped; the vibration of the moped were playing havoc with his arms. He pulled into a McDonald’s, or
