“Any news, Boss?” Ziggy asked.
Rider was listening to the police scanner. “I’m afraid not. It’s your typical cat-stuck-in-a-tree kind of day. What are you doing?”
“Looking online for anything out of the ordinary around town,” Ziggy said, checking the computer. “If Labra shows up anywhere on social media, I’ll be the first to know.”
“Good pup,” Rider said. “How about you, Rora?”
“I’m checking in with my entertainment contacts, just in case anyone hears anything on the magic-show front,” Rora said.
“Always thinking two steps ahead,” Rider said. “Good job.”
“I’m working on the No-Presto Detector,” Westie said, holding up a small device. “It can detect how all illusionist tricks are done.”
“They’re not called illusionist tricks—they’re called magic tricks!” Ziggy barked. “And that sounds like a terrible invention! What fun is there in that?”
“Easy, kid,” Rora said. “It’s a good device to have on our side going up against someone like Labra.”
“Why don’t we give it a test run?” Westie said. “Care to do a magic trick for us, Ziggy?”
“Sure!” Ziggy stood up from his desk. “See if your No-Fun Detector figures this one out.” Suddenly, Ziggy began to levitate—he floated a few inches above the floor.