Having gotten out the secret exit, Austin was free. He did not feel so, however. They had gotten around to his grandfather's car parked outside. They sped out of the parking lot, not wanting anybody to suspect their missing. Austin held the manilla folder tightly in his hands. Staring at it, he asked his grandfather, "How did you know how to play that out?"
Oual laughed. "Austin, I lived my life. And trust me, it isn't over yet." He shut up abruptly, though, as if there was more to say that he couldn't let it slip. To change the subject, he said, "Have a looke at that folder, will you?"
Austin nodded. This was awkward, and for the first time, he was unsure of his grandfather's loyalty. Reading the tab for the thousandth time, he opened it.
Gore, Albert Arnold Jr.
Austin recognized that name immediately, and read through the probably irrelevant facts of his political career. "How could Al Gore be dirty?" Austin asked out loud. Oual poked his head over.
"Al Gore? No way. I voted for him."
She ahd been looking for where her apartment was supposed to be. With no luck what-so-ever. Kimi was now lost dowt town somewhere. 
