I’d told Eric I’d be coming with no expectations, but that wasn’t entirely true. I was totally counting on this guy giving me valuable information about my dad and maybe even the Ormond Singularity. I was a few hours early—we’d arranged to meet at six—but I wanted to scope the place out thoroughly before approaching the office, making sure I wasn’t walking into a trap. At the slightest hint of danger, I wanted to be able to bolt. Just as I was thinking this, I spotted Griff Kirby across the road, staring hard at me. A jolt of fear tore through me. What was he up to this time? Then I saw he wasn’t staring at me, but beyond me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I swung round. Too late! Two burly men, one a huge Polynesian guy with long, shiny black hair, and the other an equally bulky guy who’s face was vaguely familiar, were about to pounce on me.
