“What did you want, anyway?” “It’s about that toad you left with me. Actually, it’s about what’s inside the toad.” “I’ll bite. What’s inside the toad?” “I’m not exactly sure.” The thing about Holgren, he doesn’t realize when he’s being frustratingly cryptic. Probably doesn’t. “There’s a vein that throbs in your forehead. I’ve never noticed that before. Your hair must have hidden it.”
