CHAPTER SIX
Without anywhere to run or hide, Kevin looked around for something to use as a weapon. Luna had already grabbed a chair, holding it as if she might use it like a club. Chloe just looked ready to run, maybe hoping that whatever came through the opening elevator doors, they would be so busy attacking Luna that she’d be able to escape.
A rotund figure in a brightly colored shirt came out of the elevator, bellowing at the top of his voice, a golf club in his hands. Luna shouted back, starting forward with her chair.
“Wait, it’s you, Kevin?” Phil said, jumping back just in time to avoid a swipe of the chair.
“Phil?” Kevin said. The controlled people didn’t normally talk, but even so, he was feeling pretty cautious.
So was Luna, it seemed.
“Show me your eyes,” she yelled.
“You
