Car Crash grunted. Chartreuse held her breath. She’d lost her pipe and couldn’t submerge again.
“You hear something?”
Car Crash moved. She could see the muzzle of his g*n looking her right in the eye. She took a silent breath and slid into the dank water. Hunter found her with a spare pipe. They waited motionless for five minutes before surfacing. Dogfood and Car Crash had gone. Behind them, Olive and Wilson were lifting Mr. Embassy into the sala, his small backpack pulled over his head.
“Where d’you find him?” Chartreuse asked.
“We stopped him from mounting a flashy Enfield on the river path. Pulled him into the water like the pythons we are. He never even saw us coming,” Olive said.
Wilson laughed, “You were the python. I was the w**d growing at the bottom of the river.”
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