easy.â
Dirk grabbed a sheet of newspaper from the ground, rolled it up and exhaled a thin line of fire, instantly igniting it.
âLooks easy enough,â said Putz, grabbing another couple of sheets and blowing on them. Instead of setting the paper on fire, he only managed to make it flap pathetically.
âI keep tellinâ him that we ainât designed for fire-breathinâ,â said Kitelsky.
âGive me that,â said Dirk, snatching the paper from Putzâs paws.
âHey, mind your claws,â said Putz. âI reckon I got close that time. I could feel my throat gettinâ kinda warm.â
Dirk wasnât listening. He had opened the paper. It was a page of classified ads. At the bottom of the page was an advert that read:
Sorrentino Solutions
If youâve got a problem, weâll find the solution
Chapter 15
âIt should be a right turn ⦠sorry, a left. No, a right,â said Big Hair.
âThere it is,â said Holly, noticing a sign saying, âSands Mansionâ, with the Global Sands logo of a G and an S in a circle.
Mr Bigsby turned the car up the winding path through a gate that buzzed open automatically. In the car park were Mr Buchananâs silver Bentley and a yellow VW van.
âI wonât be long,â said Hollyâs dad, parking the car and opening the door.
âCanât we come and have a look?â said Holly, eager to see what a billionaireâs mansion looked like.
âWeâre already late for our dinner reservations,â said Big Hair.
âBut we want to say thank you to Mr Buchanan for such an amazing holiday,â said Archie, winking at Holly.
Big Hair smiled. âThatâs very sweet of you, Archie,â she said.
âOK, but you both need to be on your best behaviour,â said Mr Bigsby.
âParticularly you, Holly,â said Big Hair, who hadnât forgotten how Holly had broken into a high-security Global Sands animal-testing laboratory.
Holly wanted to protest but she felt Archieâs hand on her arm. She kept quiet and stepped out of the car.
Sands Mansion overlooked the high-rise financial district of the city. It was an old-fashioned building with white walls and a grey stone roof. In front of it were layers of garden, each level symmetrically designed and immaculately maintained. Hundreds of security cameras covered the building, watching every square inch of the grounds.
âNice pad,â said Archie. âIt reminds me of my second home. Or is it my third?â
âYouâre always getting those two mixed up,â said Holly.
Mr Buchanan appeared at the top of the steps with two scruffy-looking men wearing colourful T-shirts and flared trousers, one with a dark goatee beard, the other with a lighter under-chin beard. Brant Buchanan shook both their hands and said, âGentlemen, Iâll see you tonight?â He handed the man with the under-chin beard a sealed envelope.
The two men shook his hand and said goodbye. As they passed Holly, the man with the goatee turned to Big Hair and said, âHow you doing?â
âVery well, thank you,â replied Big Hair primly, as though she had just been greeted by something that had come out of a dogâs bottom.
âMalcolm,â said Mr Buchanan warmly. âAnd Bridget.â He kissed the air next to Big Hairâs cheeks. âAnd the enigmatic Holly Bigsby.â He extended his hand.
Holly hesitated, still mistrustful of the billionaire.
âHolly,â said her father, with a warning tone.
Mr Buchanan smiled and turned to Archie. âAnd I see you have a friend, Holly,â he said. âItâs so important for children to have company.â
âAre those hippies?â said Archie, pointing at the two men getting into the yellow van.â
Mr Buchanan laughed. âIn a way. Theyâre conservationists. You see, Iâm very interested in endangeredanimals. I contribute