"Disappear where?" You know what they say: curiosity killed the mutant bird kid. But I couldn't help myself.
James PattersonListen, street punk. You're a guy, and you're a couple inches taller, and maybe forty pounds heavier, and ooh, you're in a gang. But I've survived ten years of Catholic school, and I will cut you off at your knees without a blink. Do you understand?
James PattersonPlease, I begged silently, please do not let my last moments on earth be me crammed into a tiny boat in the dark, surrounded by mechanical singing pirates.
James PattersonI flipped down the visor so I could check myself in the mirror, and something small and heavy dropped into my lap. I froze, my breath stuck in my throat. Whatโ? Gingerly, I looked down. It wasnโt a grenade. It was a key ring. One key was for this van. I looked at it blankly. โWell, thatโll simplify things,โ Fang said.
James PattersonItโs wherever you are. If itโs tapped into any of your senses, it knows where you are and what youโre doing.โ Oh no, I thought, my spirits sinking. I hadnโt considered that. Did that mean nothing I did was ever anymore? โEven in the bathroom?โ the Gasmanโs eyes widened with surprise.
James Patterson