“It’s on the luggage tag.” Marcie bent down to pull the tag off. Her DNA was probably all over the case, though, since it had been used for her holiday. She looked down at Much all curled up in the case, tilting her head curiously. “He’s bigger than you, but he won’t squeal if we fold him in half.” She pulled the zip about half way, not wanting to completely enclose Much, and then glanced up at Tragos. “Do you know where we’re taking him?”