As soon as the lock turns and shuts us in, a light on the desk flashes. “Hey, question,” I say. “Wasn’t there a horror movie about this? If we don’t figure out the clues, we die?” Jet looks horrified. “And you thought to bring that up now after getting locked in here?” “A hockey player and a rock star using their brains to save their lives.” “We’re fucked,” Jet says, and I laugh.
