Chapter Twenty-One The six of us walked through an ancient tunnel by the light of Nicki’s flashlight. According to the map in my head, we were now on the purple line instead of the green line. This would mean an extra two turns before we could rejoin the original route with the others. &nbs...
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE “And then the guy from the phone company was like, ‘I’m sorry, miss . . .’” said Becky, pausing dramatically. “‘But we traced that phone call . . . and it’s coming from inside your own house!’” Becky leaned back. The light of the campfire danced on her face, turning her eyes in...