The only piece of information we needed to understand was this: If the Suits were going to get back home, they had to have Stevie’s phone . . . and the phone had just been stolen from us by the Goon Squad. 

G came running into the Yard. She sprinted past us and looked up and down the street, barking and growling. She knew something was wrong. Bones and I needed to figure out how to get that phone back—ASAP. 

We were walking back across the Yard toward the shack when Yogi poked his head up from the middle of a pile of couches. That’s right, he’d said he was going to Couch Hill.

“You boys look like you just lost your best friend!” he said.

Bones swung his arm around me. “Nope, Yogi, he’s right here!” What a dork. 

“The Goon Squad came in the shack and stole Stevie’s phone,” I explained. 

“That isn’t good, boys. It could alter the future.”

“Well, they won’t get very far because it’s password protected,” I assured him. 

Bones looked at me with an expression that I knew all too well. It was his “I did something stupid” face. 

“Sorry, Lump,” he said, “but I might have disabled the password function. You know, ‘with eye.’” Bones being Bones, I hadn’t even had to interrogate him; he just ’fessed right up.

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