Chapter Forty-Nine
Imploding and Folding Up
“For most of the Voted Ins, how it worked was not important—as long as it worked.”—Operator Unknown
H2’s footman gulped. The Operators were going to the shed, and not alone but with Hilda. He fingered his earphone. He thought about the egg sandwiches, Vegas, and the foot massages.
What should he do?
Archie parked the car near Princes Street. Beryl, clutching her H-Pad, jumped out of the car and looked about. She had a plan . . .
Find the Lizard Lounge, grab this so-called Johnny, and, with her father’s no-nonsense approach, demand the whereabouts of Legless.
It was a simple plan, but sometimes they were the best. Besides, she told herself, she had her fairy godmother—what could go wrong?
As they headed towards Princes Street, she told H2
