“Sure you do. Forgive me for interfering with your busy schedule. Where’s the kid?” “Her name is Darcy. She’s a very sweet, lovable girl.” “Yeah? Just like her mom and Aunt Piranha, huh?” In spite of her misery Darcy almost smiled, imagining her mother’s livid expression. Walking over to a counter, she studied the brochures scattered there—WELCOME TO THE DUNGEON—and turned as the office door burst open.
