drugged spy cop
Justin and Dylan were busy scarfing down their pancakes I made, while Bruce was ranting on and on about evolves. I pulled my abused dagger from its sheath, “Really?” I asked. Actual facts on the arts she was said to practice in those woods were of course slim, so we supplemented heavily with rumors, speculation, and hushed gossip. Now all three agents were involved, and they asked the teens to go back to their table cop and just leave us alone.