“Eeep?”
“We’re at the Science Museum,” Diesel said to Carl. “You can’t go in. They don’t allow monkeys. You have to wait here.”
Carl gave him the finger.
Diesel and I got out, Diesel locked the SUV, and we crossed the short distance to the elevator. We got into the elevator and Carl scampered in after us.
“I thought you locked the car,” I said to Diesel.
“I did. He knows how to open the door.”
“Okay, how about if you put him in your backpack.”
Diesel jogged back to the SUV, got his backpack, and stuffed Carl in.
“You have to be quiet until we get into the museum,” I told Carl.
Carl nodded his head and made the sign of a zipper across his mouth.
“Are we sure he’s a monkey?” I asked Diesel.
“What else would he be?”
“I don’t know, but he’s not normal.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The Boston Museum of Science isn’t huge in comparison to the Louvre, for example. It doesn’t take all day to see it. We covered the first floor and didn’t find anything with clue potential. We were about to go downstairs, and Carl started squirming in the backpack.
“He’s probably hot in there,” I said to Diesel. “Maybe we could take him out and disguise him as a kid. We’re next to the gift shop. I could buy him a shirt.”
“It’s going to take a lot more than a shirt,” Diesel said. “He’s hairy and bowlegged, and he has a tail.”
“Work with me,” I said. “Think positive. Not every kid is Opie Taylor.”
I slipped into the gift shop and found a toddler-size shirt with a dinosaur on it, overalls to match, and baby Uggs. I took Carl into the baby-changing room, got him dressed, and held him up to the mirror so he could see himself.
“Eep,” Carl said, pointing to the green dinosaur on his chest.
“Dinosaur,” I told him.
He looked at his feet in the Uggs.
“Shoes,” I said. “You have to wear shoes in the museum.”
I set him down. “You can walk, but you have to hold my hand.”
“Eep.”
I took him out and showed him to Diesel. “What do you think?”
“I need a drink.”
“I think he’s cute.”
“I bet you dressed your cat when you were little.”
“Everyone dresses their cat.”