What?" I said, suspicion starting to rise in me. "When did they start coming after you?"
"Was it— was it after the oil-slick Hummer crash?" the Gasman asked Iggy tentatively.
My eyes widened. Oil-slick Hummer crash?
Iggy rubbed his chin, thinking.
"Or maybe it was more— after the bomb," the Gasman said in a low voice, looking down.
"I think it was the bomb," Iggy agreed. "That definitely seemed to tick them off.

Autor: James Patterson

What?" I said, suspicion starting to rise in me. "When did they start coming after you?"<br />"Was it— was it after the oil-slick Hummer crash?" the Gasman asked Iggy tentatively. <br />My eyes widened. Oil-slick Hummer crash?<br />Iggy rubbed his chin, thinking. <br />"Or maybe it was more— after the bomb," the Gasman said in a low voice, looking down. <br />"I think it was the bomb," Iggy agreed. "That definitely seemed to tick them off. - James Patterson

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