Monette, Sarah books

The Bone Key

I lost my grip on the box; it fell and broke, sending yellowing holograph pages in all directions.“Really, Mr. Booth!” Mr. Lucent said crossly.“Bones,” I said, still staring at that crack in the bricks. “There . . . in the wall.”“Bones? The dust has gone to your head.”“No, really.” I wedged my fi...