At first he quirks his head to the side, as if trying to figure out who we are and why we’re here. But once he sees Auntie Okja, then me, then Sora, his eyes widen. And before we can register what’s happening, he has leaped out of his chair and made for an exit on the far side of the room. His employees stare at his retreating back, practically scratching their heads.

“He’s getting away!” Emmett screams. “Everyone, after him!”

We chase him down the hallway as Mr. Pyo stumbles ahead and shoves anything within his reach into our path. Flower vases full of lilies, decorative statues of semi-clad ladies, and perfectly groomed bonsai plants fall to the floor as if an earthquake just struck, and we jump over them like we’re in a hurdle race. If I was in any doubt before, I know for sure now. This is one guilty man.

He makes it to a window and tries to budge it open, which would have been bad luck for him if it did, since we’re on the top floor. But it doesn’t, which is also bad luck for him, because we’re quickly closing the gap. He panics, searches for any escape route, and then, in a moment of inspiration, jerks open the fire-exit door and flees down the stairwell.

We chase after him and, even though the emergency siren is blaring in my ears, I can hear the man wheezing like an accordion all the way down the stairs. Still he somehow manages to get to the ground floor and out into the fresh air before we do.

By the time we all file out of the exit, Mr. Pyo is by a car parked out front.

“What do you want from me?” he shouts, sweat dripping down his face. Auntie Okja and Sora both take a step forward.

“We need to talk,” Auntie Okja says.

Sora nods. “We definitely need to talk.”

“I have nothing to say. I’m innocent. Leave me alone!”

“A bit hot under the collar for an innocent man…” Emmett comments.

Appa nods. “Definitely looks like he needs to cool off.”

Austin smirks and rubs his wrists together. Instantly, the water hydrant next to the parked car unscrews itself, and water shoots into the sky. Taeyo cups his hands and animates the water to snake around and dive straight for Mr. Pyo’s head in one big flow. The water pressure is so great, the man’s body thumps to the ground under its impact.

“That should do the trick,” Taeyo says, grinning.

Mr. Pyo gags on the water and gets drenched from head to toe before Austin shuts off the stream and allows him to get back up.