Page 14 of Expecting The Unexpected

Elijah walked up to Throg, snapping, “Why were you spying on us?”

“I wasn’t... well, not really. Hron has an assignment for Spencer and me, and... well I was looking for him. Nug and Jory told me he came in here with you, and I was going to tell you I was here, but then the others came in and you started talking and... I’m sorry. It was wrong of me,” Throg said, knowing he had never spoken so many words in his very long life. Yet, unable to stop himself from rambling with one mean look from the tiny human.

Elijah pointed his finger in Throg’s face. “If I find out you had anything to do with the pained look on my friend’s face, and all he’s going through at this point, I swear I’m gonna slice your balls off and feed them to you in a stew!”

Throg’s eyes widened. Damn, he could feel his nut sack shriveling into him, like he was doing one of those polar-bear swims in Alaska.

“Cancel the search. I know where Spencer is,” Petree said to everyone in the room, as he made his way to the door.

Everyone followed, Abe asking, “Where are we going?”

“He’s at the club,” Was all Petree said, as he made his way out the door and to the elevators.