Abel placed Peltron and Shugly on his shoulders and dashed outside. Left alone, Cordell McNeil and Jaren Burgess exchanged glances.
"What on earth is going on?" Jaren asked.
From the outside, it couldn't help but look strange since Peltron was only sending telepathic messages to Abel. To anyone else, it probably appeared as though he was holding a white bat and talking to himself, as if he were crazy.
Unlike Jaren, who looked puzzled, Cordell was remarkably calm. "Because he's someone who's hard to keep track of. I'm used to it."
But wasn't this situation a bit odd? After all, Abel was the one who heard their conversation while outside.
The reason was simple. When Cordell didn't come out, Abel had returned. "Mr. McNeil, if you want to see her at the beauty salon again, you'd better keep quiet and move quickly."
"Tta-tta!"
With his private life on the line, Cordell came running out, making strange noises.
