CHAPTER TWENTY
Half an hour later, Mr. Peters sat at the Elastic Cave’s dining room table with us. It hadn’t been very hard to get him here. I had simply given Mr. Peters the Elastic Cave’s address and he was able to use the GPS on his phone to find it. Luckily, no one had followed him, not even the Zero Knights. It seemed like the Zero Knights were unaware of my relationship with Mr. Peters, which, if true, meant we had at least one thing over them.
“Mr. Peters,” said Rubberman, sitting in the chair across from my science teacher. He was wearing his full costume now, but I could tell, based on the way he gingerly sat in his chair, that he could still feel his stitches. “You said on the phone that you know where Mirar is.”
Mr. Peters nodded. He looked even more stressed out than usual.
