Cifero checked the time. "... I'll meet you downstairs, Sierra," he said, quickly grabbing a kazoo and a rock accordion from the closet and hiding it with the wall panel again. "I think I left some people hanging..." With that, the crat slipped his knife into a hidden boot holster, shoved the kazoo into his pocket, picked up the accordion, and ran downstairs.
Clare closed her eyes and clenched her hands into fists, silently weeping as she heard Tulip's mumbling. Damn them, whoever they are... Damn them!