I cornered Thomas at Mac's.
I dropped down next to him and said bluntly, "So. Dinosaur. Spill."
He coughed. "I didn't really see-"
"Thomas," I interrupted him pleasantly, "I have seven reports screaming at me to do something about the footprints, a demolished Field Museum, sixty-two eyewitnesses who are halfway certain they're going off the deep end, and Harry's in the hospital. Willingly." Which was what scared me most out of the whole ordeal, to be honest. "So. Spill."
He eyed me. "I'm not getting out of this, am I?"
I smiled thinly.
He sighed. "Alright. So, it all started…"