"Maybe we should tell him now," I suggested.
"He has two more matches," he replied. "He'd leave them and come rushin' back."
"Yeah, you're right, two weeks isn't long," I said.
Just then, there was a knock on the door before it swung open. Psy.cho walked in and threw the door shut. He plopped down on the couch and propped his feet up on the table.
"Take it that it didn't go well?" Karma asked him.
"How was something like that supposed to go well?" he grumbled.
"How are they holding up?" I asked.
"They're both a fu.cking wreck," he replied. "I'm taking Granny over there tomorrow."
"We'll find Luna before they make it out of town," Karma said. "We got eyes everywhere."
"I hope we do," Psy.cho muttered.
"Well, I'm glad you're here because I have more news," Karma said.
"More news?
