I have several that our mother brought for me when she was alive. They are too prissy for me but they are perfect for you," she giggled. She was just ...oo much. She could be so condescending.He groaned in fear at that. If anything, he was not prissy. He wanted to be a musician. He walked into his sister's room, a place that he had been warned in no uncertain terms that he was forbidden to go. The one time he went, he came out with a black eye, bleeding mouth and a broken arm. This time he was. No other sign adorned the entrance. It could have been a private apartment, set between the thriving businesses on Sunset Strip.However, the unadorned entrance was no indication of the club's reputation. Peter Grant had owned a number of night spots in the Los Angeles area. Each time he closed out and moved to a new location he brought his old customers with him, as well as building a larger clientele from newer contacts.The Tomb's reputation was Peter's. The army of followers that had come. He could see the fear in her expression. "He would," she whispered."Then come back with me. Higzashi won't punish you or anything. And I think they've learned their lesson. You're powerful, and you are willing to use your spells. They won't have you fighting another jerk like Jabis." When she glanced at him, he smiled. "I really don't like the boy, myself. I think you did a good thing to teach him his place. Not everyone is cut out to be Ha'trin. I honestly think he's one of them." What would. Gun drives us to the school to wait for Mike and his crew. We aren’t there to help them. We just want to be sure that they are there, meaning they have cut the cop shop’s phone lines.When we see them, we head to Humpty’s. It is only four blocks away and is the closest accessible payphone. Gun fills up with gas as I make the call.I dial, and James answers, “Hello.”All I say is, “Go,” then I hang up.After Gun has paid for the gas, we head back to the school. The van that Mike and his crew arrived.