Chapter 15:
Carl couldn’t stop cussing. The walk from the beach to the nearest road took longer than he thought it would. They probably could have caught a cab quicker if Carl stopped talking to himself, but he wouldn’t.
Every time Chastity asked a question, she was on the receiving end of a string of unintelligible swear words in several different languages.
Carl needed to calm himself, and he needed to think. There was no way he could get back to the south bay before at least two days had passed. He was certain DeLaval, the Sylph, and all the creatures would be gone by then. He would get zero stories from this little adventure. At least little he could attach facts to.
He was fairly certain Sigmund had gone after Beast. The old man had to understand the odds were steep, and he didn’t
