“That was fast,” said Tim, looking around. “There’s no snow,” he said, disappointment thick in his voice.
“It’s August, why would there be snow?”
“I guess I thought they always had snow in Chicago.”
“They don’t, it just feels as if they do.”
“That’s a big building.”
“Haven’t you ever been here before?”
“Then you would probably think that was a big building.”
“That was a neat trick, walking through a door and ending up here,” he said, his eyes wide.
“It’s called a shortcut.”
“Is that how we’re going back?”
“If we go back, that’s how we’ll do it. Now PLEASE BE QUIET, so I can think.”
“You’re good at this.”
“I haven’t DONE anything yet. Now, SHUT UP, or I’ll make you shut up.”
“How could you possibly make me shut up?” he laughed.
Ace sighed, took a pinch of something that was inside her pocket and blew it at him. He went down like a rock.
“That’s how,” she said looking at him. “Dumb as a…as a…okay, I can’t think of anything that dumb,” she whispered. Then she dragged his body behind a bench and threw leaves on top of him. “I’ll pick you up on the way out,” she said, moving toward The Merchandise Mart.