Chapter Twenty-One
"Elephants, it turns out, are surprisingly stealthy. As the sunlight fades, other species declare their presence. Throngs of zebras and wildebeests thunder by in the distance, trailing dust clouds. Cape buffalo snort and raise their horns and position themselves in front of their young. Giraffes stare over treetops, their huge brown eyes blinking, then lope away in seeming slow motion. But no elephants."
– Thomas French
The Invisible Hand's P.O.V.
"Guys, I need back up. I'm in way over my head," Bat Boy said through gritted teeth, obliviously unaware that I was listening in. In the background came the sound of shattering glass and angry shouts as a man and woman yelled at each other, cussing out poor Bat Boy every time he desperately tried to defuse the situation a
