The doorbell rang. He jumped. I jumped. Max jumped.
“He’s here,” said Clark. “I told him it was an emergency. Is it an emergency, Max?” I grabbed Max’s hand and whooshed us to a lamp. On, off, on, off, it went. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Yes!” I shouted, not that it did any good. “Go f*****g open the f*****g door!”
He opened the door. In walked a man. Grandly. And with great aplomb. A man in a cape, actually. And a turban. Clark blinked. Clark blinked as if he’d suddenly been struck by lightning. Meaning, Clark blinked in shock.
I glanced Max’s way. “We’re so fucked.”
He nodded. “Maybe this was all Yelp had to offer. I mean, all-last-minute-like.”
“Um,” Clark managed.
The man whipped the cape off with a flourish and handed it Clark’s way. “Voltan!” shouted the man, who then doffed
