SAYS MATT. “LITTLE HENRY WHELP?” I shrug. “Not so little anymore.” “Why didn’t I see it? You look just like him.” “Guess you haven’t seen him lately.” Matt looks down sheepishly. “Skinner wouldn’t like it.” “He told me you guys were friends.” “We were. But after what he did—wait! You can’t stay! We gotta get you out of here.” He looks anxiously down the corridor. “He made me promise that if you ever showed up here, I would send you packing, but not before giving you a good swift kick in the pants for being so stupid for falling into this stuff!” “But—” “A promise is a promise, kid. I stick by that.” He checks his watch. “Won’t be hard to smuggle you out. We can use the tunnels.” He steps into the closet, grabs my shirt, and gives me a sharp tug to my feet. “If George wasn’t in the clink right now, he’d kill me for letting those guys nearly toss you off the roof!” “But he’s the one who sent me. He wants me to work for Skinner.”
