“Yes, Joe,” Chief sighed. “Very dumb luck. You might even say just plain stupid. Can you please come out from under there now?” 

The couch wiggled and Joe made noises that sounded like he was an old dog trying to stand up. “Uh, Chief? I think I’m stuck.” 

Bones grabbed the edge of the couch and lifted it up, and out rolled the short, fat Suit from the subway station. Didn’t anyone else think it was weird that a Chinese guy who worked for one of the deadliest underground organizations in the world was called Joe? 

Joe stood up and brushed off his black suit pants. “Thank you, that was really nice. You must be Cornstalk!” 

“Yeah,” Bones said, grinning from ear to ear. “Well, actually, my real nickname is Bones.” 

Chief stepped out of the doorway and into the room. “Look, this is all very nice, but we’re here on a mission to get the Ching and return to the LightYear lab as soon as possible.”

“You call Stevie’s phone the Ching?” I said, trying to piece it all together. “And you’ve got a LightYear lab somewhere? Wow.” 

Bones suddenly got serious and crossed his arms. “What did you do with Stevie? He’s our friend, you know.” 

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