PURSUED

You step back out into the office. "Uh-oh," Carolyn breathes. Reporters are everywhere. The two of you slip into the back office, where a boy is tapping at a laptop computer.

"Come on, Jason," Carolyn says. "Grab your stuff and let's go." The three of you clatter down a back stair and out to the lobby.

Carolyn pulls out a cell phone. "George? Meet us out front." Then she turns

to the boy. "So what have you got?" But he doesn't get a chance to reply.

The elevator doors open, and reporters stampede forward. The questions come thick and fast.

"...Bats, bats eating the frogs. Will the Councilman act–"

"Rumors of pollution, is the Councilman investigating-"

"Miz Flask! Miz Flask! If the City sues Slow Water
Park–"

A car, long and black, pulls up. "No comment," Carolyn yells. "Until the press conference at 2 o'clock." Jason yanks the door open and the three of you jump in.

"Where to?" George asks from behind the wheel. "Anywhere!" you shoot back. Carolyn laughs hee hee heh heh ha as the car slips smoothly away.

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