"Okay, okay." Blake held his hands up. "I'm just telling you what I saw."

Kids. You couldn't reason with them. Blake didn't want to get him yelling or crying again, even without a pink dog and a waterweasel teaming up to death glare at him.

"Madison Paige, that's the journalist I was talking about. She was helping your dad."

Aiding and abetting was what Blake would have called it at the time.