Chapter 21

Finn was on Cloud Nine for the rest of the day.

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“Here piggy, piggy, pig, pig! Come out, come out!” Lead pipes banged against heaters and window bars. Smoke drifted its way up from the sewers. Neon signs buzzed and zapped in the dark, flickering across the faces of the five thugs who made their way down the wet ally. One of them, a burly looking man with a banged-up bowler hat, stepped forward first, a gun cocked in his hand.

“We only want to play.”

“Cue lights!”

Suddenly, the stage lights went out as a burst of sparks shot from above them, as though someone was shooting out a streetlamp. The thugs all jumped and looked around wildly, now lit only by the neon sign. And then—