If you stay here, you’ll get us all caught. Besides,” she added, a smirk settling over her features, “Tweedledee and Tweedledum over here will be less likely to get themselves killed—or to kill each other—if you’re along for the ride.” I thought of Lia and Michael dancing together just to get a rise out of Dean, and Michael’s inability to keep from poking bears with sticks. Michael, Lia, and Dean locked in a car together would be a disaster. “Dibs on being Tweedledee,” Michael said blithely. “Fine,” I told Lia. “I’ll go with them.”
