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.”
“Bomb?” I asked incredulously.

Author: James Patterson

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.”<br />“Bomb?” I asked incredulously. - James Patterson



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