The Middle Child of the Secret of the Lost Gavel

‘Lost Gavel,’ he murmured.

‘A clue,’ asked Prime.

‘Depends who those guys were –’

‘What — oh,’ Donnie realised who they were talking about. ‘One guy and one girl.’

Marcus pulled a face: so?

‘She was pregnant.’

‘Now that’s interesting,’ said Prime. ‘Haven’t seen one of those in a while.’

‘What about the Lost Gavel?’ asked Elvis.

‘Not sure,’ admitted Donnie. ‘They really wanted it found. Said it was used during a court case with the BSD and Sisterhood.’

Everyone stared.

‘What,’ asked Donnie. ‘Did I say something–’

‘There’s never been a court case,’ said Prime. ‘They don’t talk to each other. Put them in a room together it’d be like two cats in a box.’

‘But what about the peace treaty they were signing,’ said Donnie, then realised: that had been a different reality.

‘Where’d you get that intel,’ asked Elvis, then turned, ‘Never mind. We need to know about this gavel.’

‘Raznou knew something about it,’ said Donnie. ‘That’s why he rescued me. Said McWarickson had been looking for it.’

‘And Raznou was a wrestler,’ murmured Prime, glancing up at Marcus.

‘And due to fight with Rambozo in a week,’ said Marcus, he met Prime’s gaze and they both smiled.

Then they turned to face Donnie.

‘What?’ asked Donnie.

Elvis frowned at Marcus and Prime, then turned to Donnie; they seemed on the same wavelength.

‘How fit are you,’ asked Marcus.

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