“Well if you’re going to hang with Mr. Tom, you’d better have enough cash for odd disguises.” I bent over, laughing. “Didn’t you hear? He said I could call him Tom now. I’m in.” “Unlucky you,” Austin said. Mr. Tom’s disembodied voice came out of the growing darkness. “I can hear everything you are saying. I am not amused, just so we are clear.” I laughed harder.
