I have a smoke grenade in my room,' I said. 'What?' Megan asked. 'How?' 'I grew up working at a munitions plant,' I said. 'We mostly made rifles and handguns, but we worked with other factories. I got to pick up the occasional goody from the QC reject pile.' 'A smoke grenade is a goody?' Cody asked. I frowned. What did he mean? Of course it was. Who wouldn't want a smoke grenade when offered one?