CHAPTER NINETEEN
Switch tapped her fork impatiently against her plate. She kept glancing at the kitchen exit, hoping for Phil to return soon, but he sure seemed to be taking his sweet time.
“What’s the matter, Switch?” said Stinger, looking up from his lobster plate at her. “Not hungry?”
“It’s not that,” said Switch with a sigh. “I’m just wondering what’s taking Phil so long to come back down with the devices he was telling us about.”
“Maybe they’re big,” said Stinger. “Or he’s having a hard time finding them because he stole them months ago and they just got lost in his closet or something.”
“I suppose that’s possible,” said Switch. She looked at Arachnid. “Arachnid, what do you think?”
Arachnid took a sip from his cup and said, “I think that we need to be patient. Phil will be down
