“Trust me. She’s not gone. She’s lying in wait to ambush us.” “Okay,” I say as I shift my shoulders back. “Where’s the comms device?” Fionn’s eyes narrow as he hands me a beach towel. “Walkie-talkie? Riot gear? Lasers? Surely you brought lasers, right? You’re not expecting we can take down an assassin raccoon with nothing more than a towel, are you?”
