CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Rubberman and I made our way slowly but surely down the stairway deeper into the Ruckers Building. It wasn’t a very long staircase, but we took our time walking down it, making sure to walk as silently as possible. The steps were metal, so it was easy to make a lot of unnecessary noise if we weren’t careful. I considered using my invisibility watch, but decided against it, seeing as my watch certainly wouldn’t make me invisible.
The closer we got to the bottom, the louder the voices became. One of them was definitely Mirar’s. The Mexican accent was instantly familiar.
But the other voice … that one I didn’t recognize. It sounded like a much older man, gravelly and deep, with no particular accent I could hear. And I still couldn’t make out the words, at least until we
