And in the faint beam of light, I recognized Drew. His head poked out through a tiny window, his dark hair ruffling in the breeze. He raised his eyes to me and again repeated his plea. “I’m locked in. Help me. Hurry. You’ve got to hurry.” “Russell—what is going on?” Charlotte appeared beside me, and the others followed. “It’s Drew,” I said. “I—I don’t believe this! He’s been locked in this tiny shed!” “Oh, wow,” Erin muttered. Her eyes went wide with shock. Drew banged his fists on the walls inside. “Help me. I’ve been in here all day.” “But—but why?” I sputtered. “Why are you in there?” Erin demanded. “Who locked you in there?” “That counselor Will. He’s Uncle Brian’s buddy. Will heard me yesterday when I said I’d tell you the truth. He and Uncle Brian grabbed me late last night. They dragged me from my bunk and locked me in here.” “But—that’s crazy! Why?” Charlotte demanded. “They don’t want me to talk to you,”
