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“How did you know we were here?” Zorn asked. Marvin Grimm pulled a note out of his pocket. It was crumbled up and greasy, covered with smears and salad dressing. He handed it to Topher, shrugging apologetically. “I had a buffalo chicken wrap for lunch.” Topher unfolded the note and read. “Topher, Zorn, and Gertrude are in the forest. Save them, or they die.” I, Dennis cut the plastic zip ties around Gertrude’s feet. “It was shoved under our door.” He stood up and the blade slipped back into his shell. “When I went out to see who’d done it, the hall was empty.” “Who could have known about this?” Zorn wondered aloud. “Mr. Floyd, obviously,” Topher replied. He balled up the note and put it in his pocket. “He knew Stoneman meant to have us killed, but couldn’t do anything about it hims