False Black drew seven boxes on a napkin.
“Church.”
He drew another.
“Government.”
Then homes, sound, science, census and banking.
“Seven doors,” he said. “Same bug walking through all of them.”
“Gilden,” Ian said.
Dewdrop leaned back.
“So what? We make a diss record?”
False stared at him.
“We are being robbed.”
“I can diss robbery.”
Sexy Spidy kicked Dewdrop under the table.
Marshal Orb pointed to the warehouse map.
“The new transport line opens tomorrow.”
Ian nodded. “Once the gold starts moving, Gilden doesn’t need Hood County anymore.”
Ms. Ladybug folded her arms.
“Then we stop the shipment.”
“What about Hoppity?” Dewdrop asked.
Nobody answered.
Ian did.
“He’s connected to Gilden. Maybe more than I am.”
False looked at him. “Can you break the connection?”
“I don’t know.”
Dewdrop smiled.
“Then we do what music always does.”
Everyone waited.
“We get louder.”
False Black hated the idea.
Then he started improving it.
By midnight, Dewdrop Records had become a war room.