![]() ![]() ![]() One glance behind me showed the dark-haired guy following us. ![]() In the next moment he had clamped a hand on Nudge’s and the Gasman’s shoulders and spun them around to walk quickly away. Fang, doing an automatic sweep of the area, saw my urgent expression. “Get the others.” Beside me, Angel was wound tight, her hand clenching mine hard. I was swept into fear, anger, and an intense self-preservation reflex. Just like that, my enjoy- ment of the day burst. She was watching a sleek, dark-haired guy strolling down a path. We were walking over to join them when something about the clown caught my eye. “Can I have some money?” Iggy, Angel, and I went to buy six small bags of honey- roasted peanuts (they really did smell like heaven), and Fang, Nudge, and the Gasman went to look at a clown sell- ing balloons. JAMES PATTERSON “I am so there,” said Iggy. ![]()
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