Chapter 51Keys; the Miraclemaker got the whole way to the garage before he remembered that he needed the keys.
With a disgusted sigh, he placed the screeching infant on the cement floor, then marched back the way he'd come. He wasn't happy about retracing his path; he didn't think that he had much time left, and every delay was potentially disastrous.
Fuming, he stomped from the garage into the murky, cluttered basement; on his way through, he knocked over a stack of boxes, spitefully shoved them though they weren't obstructing his route.
As he clomped up the bare, wooden steps, he cursed himself for forgetting the keys, then cursed himself for wasting time tormenting the child. All the taunting and gloating had been unproductive and unnecessary; even if the infant had been able to co
