We’re barely a block away when the Bond ringtone sounds from my pocket. I dig out my phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Spencer.”
“Bunny?” I’d have fallen over if I hadn’t been sitting in a Porsche. As it is, AmberLea swerves, then pulls over. “Bunny! Oh my god, you remembered my number. Where are you? Are you all right?”
“Jade gave me your number. I called her.”
“You’ve been gone two days now, Bun. Are you okay?” I think about them arguing over how sharp the blotzing ax should be. “Can you talk?”
“That’s what we’re doing. I’m pretty hungry.”
“Okay, good. Listen, Bun, where are you? We’ll come and get you.”
“I don’t know exactly, Spencer. The mailbox on the house said Newman. I was in the basement. I could see out the window.”
“Newman, okay. What can you see out the window?”
“Well, there’s a fence, then the road and some stores in the distance. There’s a guy talking on a phone, like us. And a speed-limit sign by the road. It says thirty.”
“What else?”
“Um, up at the corner there’s a muffler repair, there’s a pizza place—”
“Wait,” I say. Something starts to buzz inside me. “What kind of pizza place?”
“You know, it’s got the blue sign with the white holes.”
“Domino’s?” AmberLea’s hand is squeezing my arm. “Is there a Christmas wreath in the window?”
“I dunno. It’s too far away. Then there’s a wall and an alley.”
“And the wall is covered with tags, right?” I’m practically shouting now.
“Just like the gym on Fifteenth Street!”
“Hey, that’s right. I never thought of that.” Buns sounds genuinely amazed. I remember the cheesy brainwashing scene in Ipcress again and Harry turning out to have been in London all along. Could it actually work like that? All I can do is play it slow and not confuse Bunny any more. Who knows what he’s been through?
“Okay,” I say. “I think I know this place, and it’s closer than you think. Help me a little more, Bun. Is there a street number where you are?”
“I dunno, Spencer. Can’t see any.”
“Okay, Bun-man. We’re on our way. Be careful.”
“Spencer? What do these guys want from Grandpa?”
“It’s about that spy stuff, Bun. They say it was Grandpa in the movie too. This guy named Dusan—”
“Susan?”
“No, Dusan. A guy with a beard. Maybe. He told me. It’s complicated.”
“Dusan has a beard. Him and Vi and Lubor kidnapped me. They put me in the car and took me away. They’re the bad guys.”
“That makes us the good guys, Bun. We’re on our way. Stay cool.”
“I will.”
I punch off and turn to AmberLea. “AT will have to wait. We have to go to Fifteenth Street in Mimico.”
She lets go of my arm and punches it into the GPS.
I punch Jade’s number into my phone. The good guys are the ones on your side. We need a few more.