The LBs were ready. The Garosh bone had been in the overworld ever since John used the priceless relic as a grappling hook. Now it was in the hands of an ambitious twit, who so far hadn’t figured out that it was more valuable than everything in the British Museum put together. During his lecture, he’d used it as a pointer, a pretend drumstick, and a back scratcher. If he did manage to figure out the secret (for instance, if the bonedust miraculously healed him from his idiocy), then he’d never let it see the light of day again. Of course, he’d take it on 60 Minutes and pretend he’d found it after years of research and digging in the Sahara. Or before that happened, the Dark Lady would ruthlessly kill him and take back the bone, which would guarantee that no one would ever see it again. The next day, John, Peter, and Wendy hurried to the rendezvous point, a smoothie bar a few blocks away from Marlowe. When they arrived, Wendy spotted two of the boarding boys and Tina leaning on the fresh-fruit counter.
