“Actually, I sent the goon down to ask you for a hair dryer.” I looked at him standing next to the stacked boxes with his hand on the top box near the ceiling like he was Architect of the Year. “Bones, the hair dryer?”

It couldn’t have been five minutes ago that I had asked him, but of course the Gina Factor had wiped out his memory. “Oh, yeah! Do you have a hair dryer, Gina?”

Gina went into her bathroom and said, “I think I left one here.” She came out holding it. Then I basically had to pull Bones back to my room for the drying process.

It took a few minutes but, when I got done drying the note, it opened but tore in half—luckily the ink hadn’t run. It looked like Stevie had written the note in a Sharpie, which got me to thinking that he must have known some- thing was going to happen because why else would he have a note like this on him.

I got a piece of Scotch tape and carefully taped the note back together. Now we had to figure out what it said. Bones went right into solution mode.

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