Chapter 17

“What’s so funny?” Quentin said.

“Marvin Gardenia,” Nate said, and started laughing again.

“Sorry, babe, I don’t get it.”

“Haven’t you ever played Monopoly?”

“Monopoly!—oh, now I get it, Marvin Gardens, right?”

“You’re kind of slow on the uptake this evening,” Nate said. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine, but I need to make a phone call.” Quentin looked at his watch. “The guy I want to talk to should be home about now.”

Quentin went to his desk, looked up a number, punched the speaker button on the landline phone, and dialed a number. After a few rings, a voice said, “Hello.”

“Good evening professor,” Quentin said. “This is Quentin Quasar, remember me?”

“How could I possibly forget a name like Quentin Q. Quasar? How can I help you?”

“You know me too well, professor. I’ve stumbled on something really unusual, and I think it might be in your area of interest.”

“You’ve got my attention. Tell me more.”