Maisie introduced us.

“John,” she said. “I’d like you to meet Barry. Barry Freed.”

Abbie smiled broadly, extending his hand to shake.

“Blandly,” I said. “John Blandly.”

“Oh, yes, John. Nice to see you. I’ve heard of your exploits. Exciting adventures.”

“Exciting adventures?” I said. “Hardly.”

“Well, let’s get going,” Maisie said. “Get your stuff,” she told Abbie.

Abbie went back into the mansion.

“Abbie needs help,” she said to me. “He could use your fake I.D.”

“No problem,” I said. “My pleasure.”

As we walked to the boat, I had a vague foreboding, wondering what I getting myself into.

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