“Freeze, shrimp-napper!” a voice squeaked.
“Five grand.”
“Because you’re the only person I know who has a key to the storm drain system,” Barn whispered. “Chet keeps his backup lobster tank in the basement of The Gilded Grouper. The drain access is right outside. I need you to let me in.” Tanked
Chet went pale. “Karma? This doesn’t concern you.” “Freeze, shrimp-napper
“You look like someone who lost a fight with a ceiling fan,” Karma said, not looking up. ” Karma said
Reginald, as if on cue, waved a tiny claw. It might have been a greeting. It might have been a command for more algae wafers. With Reginald, you could never be sure. And that was exactly the point.