Bolt!” Trickshot called, his voice echoing off of the buildings on Dimension Avenue. “Bolt, where are you? Bolt!”
“Trickshot,” said Desfro, “we’ve been searching for your friend for hours now. Don’t you think he probably just went back to the Universal Castle?”
Trickshot looked over his shoulder. Behind him sat Desfro, who looked tired and sleepy. He was sitting on the front steps of the abandoned grocery store that was close to the spot where Bolt had disappeared earlier, his hands on his knees and his big frog eyes barely able to stay open.
Not that Trickshot could blame him. As Desfro had said, they had spent hours now looking up and down Dimension Avenue for Bolt. They had found his discarded powerless pole in a nearby alleyway, but that had proved to be a useless clue.
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