“At long last,” Chloe grumbles, no audible sign of joy in her voice. I’m almost surprised the girls really came to rescue her, with all her grumpiness. I roll my eyes at Chloe’s comment then step forward to the center of the stairs. “Good evening, ladies,” I greet our guests loudly and with a nod when they stop, surrounding Julie. “Did you bring what we asked for?” One of them—unless I’m totally mistaken, her name’s Mellie—holds up the stick with our blue-and-white checkered dishtowel fastened to it. “Very well. Hand it over, please.” I send Gerry Devonport down to claim our flag, but the girl pulls it out of his reach and speaks up instead. “Not so fast. We have one condition.” Oh, they’ve come to bargain with us? This could be interesting. “What do you want?” I ask. “Nothing from you.” Mellie’s voice is strong and clear, and a crapload of determination sparkles in her eyes.
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