Mike nodded wearily. A trickle of blood seeped dow-n from his curly black hair and it smeared across his forehead when he wiped it with the back of one hand. "We’re in deep, all right, lad, no doubt about that. The Halloweeners aren’t going to help us, and that Mr. Johnson ain't even going to bat an eyelash when he sees the newsfax about this whole thing— if we even make the fax."