“And the rest of the gang?” Jeff asked eagerly.
“Well, that took longer, but eventually, everything fell into place,” I sighed. “They even managed to rescue some more kids. Not all of them, but I suppose we couldn’t get that lucky. Anyway, no kids have been taken in the area since, as far as I know.”
“And Holm was okay, too?” Ty asked. I noted that he knew better than to ask where Holm was now, though I could tell that he wanted to know.
“Yeah, he was alright,” I said, waving away the kid’s concern. “He’d lost a fair amount of blood, but he was okay. I made him follow up with that doctor in Miami, and the guy said he was fine. He had some kind of condition that made him need the extra blood transfusion. I don’t remember what they called it. Anyway, everything turned out alright in the end. This is one of my more harrowing stories, but it’s also more uplifting than a lot of the other ones, I think.”
“You guys did get pretty lucky with this one, didn’t you?” Mike remarked, winking at me as he finished off the last of his beer, and Rhoda quickly moved to clear up all our empty glasses.
“Sounds like they get pretty lucky most of the time,” she remarked as she took my whiskey glass from me.
“You could say that,” I chuckled. “It always drove the other agents nuts. Anyway, we didn’t really feel lucky while we were in the thick of it. It was a really tough case. But in the end, yeah, we were on cloud nine.”
“What about that microscope, though?” Charlie asked, his eyes drifting up to where it hung above us on the wall. “Did it really come from the Dragon’s Rogue?”
“Now, you don’t think I’m going to answer that tonight, now, do you?” I asked, winking at him in my own turn.
“Come on, it had to have come from the Dragon’s Rogue,” Ty complained. “It was Grendel’s handwriting, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, but remember, the Hollands forged the fake journal,” Mac pointed out. “They could’ve forged the note, too, right?”
Ty opened his mouth as if to argue the point but didn’t seem able to find any retort.
“My, you do have them wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” Mike asked, raising his eyebrows at me.
“I suppose,” I said coolly. “Though I won’t be saying any more tonight. That will have to be for next time.”
As I spoke, I nodded in the direction of an ornate piece of metal hanging on the wall above the telescope. Everyone stared at it, but they knew better than to ask what it was.
I wasn’t going to tell them. Not yet, anyway.
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