“I think it’s foolish myself, mind you,” Frances lectured, as she had been doing continuously ever since the service ended. “But you know your aunt Bess. She made me swear I’d get the equipment to you, and I suppose it can’t make things any worse.”Leigh had been listening to her mother’s opinion about the dangers of Leigh’s wild and lawless neighborhood in the suburbs for a good twenty minutes already, and Frances didn’t know the half of it… at least not yet. Leigh had begged her aunt not to spew all the details of the treasure hunt to her twin, but Lydie would make no promises. Frances had already heard enough about Lester’s hospitalization to be sure that armed marauders were stalking her beloved grandchildren—and if it weren’t for Warren’s stepping in and swearing that the children wouldn’t set foot off their own property without supervision, Frances might have insisted on moving into the guest room to watch them herself. But Warren could be believed.
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