"THEY KNOW EVERY PLACE YOU'VE BEEN!" Shouts a panic-stricken Rollo Tookus over the phone.

"Rollo." I respond. "I called you from my hotel phone simply because I thought our prior conversation ended abruptly. If you're going to-"

"You shopped at Wild and Wicked costumes." He says, grabbing my attention. The shop where Molly and I had bought our costumes to sneak back into the Draconian. "You bought one colonial male costume, and one girl's native-"

"Okay, Rollo." I respond calmly. "What do you know, and how do you know it."

"It's the debit card, Timmy" he replies calmly. "They can track you when you use it." I contemplate this as Rollo continues talking. "You bought a pack of gum and a lot of BonBons at Mr. King's Chicago grocery. You had a dinner at Le Dinner Magnificent la Chicago." I nod, nothing out of the ordinary there. Then he says "Somebody (probably Molly) bought a grape-scented Shampoo at the gift shop for a hotel called..let me see here...The Drakonian." I drop the phone. Stumbling backwards, I grab the nightstand to steady me. "Timmy? Timmy are you there?" Rollo's voice comes over the phone. I ignore it. This is big. They're tracking us. And Molly compromised the

"Molly!" I shout.

"Hmm?" She replies from the bathroom where she was idly messing with her hair.

"Your debit card!" I shout. "They're tracking us using your debit card!" She stops and turns.

"But that means…" her eyes widen.

"They know we're at the Draconian. Pack your bags, we'll argue about this once we're far from the hotel." I say, before turning to throw my own meager possessions in my backpack.

"Timmy? Timmy? Are you ther-" CLICK. I turn the phone off. I can deal with Rollo later, but now I need to think. Corrina Corrina is in a hotel called the Windy Palms. I'll look it up later.

"Ready!" Molly chirps eagerly. I nod.

"Sneak out the alley using the route we used to get to dinner." I say. "Wait for me by the used book store we passed on the walk." She nods, and leaves, I sigh, and turn to my next task; moving the big fat bear out of his nice tub, and out of the compromised hotel room.

"Total!" I shout. A "Grummph." sound echoes from the bathtub. "We're out of Bon Bons, and we need you to help us get some." A splash sounds from the room, and seconds later the bear stands in the doorway. "Come one." I mutter, grabbing my bag. I pause at the doorway to take one last look at the brief headquarters of Failure Inc. But I shake my head. I'm a detective. Detectives don't get sentimental.