Stine and Alexander guided the front of the rowboat toward a fragile, water-damaged pier. Angelique yawned and Razor cuddled against her stomach while they stared at the moss-covered trees and murky water of the nearby swamplands. Angelique gasped and Razor’s ears perked up when the front of the boat impacted the side of the pier. Two planks snapped and tumbled into the water. Alexander found a strong support beam and fastened a rope around it. Then he tied the other end of the rope around a metal hook in the boat. When he felt confident that the boat wouldn’t float away, he snatched the Bible and the plastic case from the bottom of the boat and hopped onto a stable section of the pier. Rust caused Razor’s joints to creak and grind as he jumped out of the boat and followed Alexander toward the edge of the swamp. Dr. Stine and Angelique glanced toward the shoreline to make sure that Reverend Stark and the Doom Wagon were nowhere in sight. “I don’t think he’ll give up. I think he’ll keep coming after us,”
