BOOK THREE: PURRS, CHAUFFEURS, AND SABOTEURS

Travis stepped up to it, examining the glass, then turned to face the hallway. "If you can find me some duct tape, I might have an idea."

"Nope." I shook my head hard. "Your ideas are usually just inches from getting us arrested. That's shrunk to centimeters given our current location."

"Relax," he said, his usual smile wobbling. "This idea's perfectly legal."

"You can't even say that with a straight face." ...