Walter continued. “We’re going to Peru. That is where the Lunar Lord will be.”
“I don’t understand,” I said, barely registering as Val joined us. Gilbert was already closing the airplane door. “He had to have fallen dozens of stories. Even if he’s not ‘mortal’, however you mean that, he can’t cheat gravity.”
Walter shook his head. “You’ll see,” he said, and then motioned toward the seat. “If you wouldn’t mind? I’d like to leave quickly.”
I flushed and moved toward one of the cushy chairs. Walter retreated to the cabin, and the engines quickly began to rumble to life. I glanced around, and neither Piers nor Gilbert looked the slightest bit concerned. Only Val looked a little anxious, and that could have been nerves.
“You guys aren’t concerned? Like… at all?” I asked.
Piers just snorted
