SHE WHISPERED. Luke and Eleanor’s mom followed her gaze down through the archway. “That’s not good,” Luke said. “Where’s Simon?” Eleanor’s mom asked. “And the boys?” “And Betty?” Luke said. They were too far away to discern the identities of the people moving around on the dock and the shore. They could’ve been G.E.T. agents, or Finn and Julian, or even Watkins. But even at this distance Eleanor could see that some of them were getting into diving suits, and several of them were wading into the lake. There wasn’t any way Eleanor and the others could get to Amaru’s boat now. “What do we do?” she asked. “We stay here in the labyrinth,” Eleanor’s mom said. “We wait and we watch.” “Let’s find someplace more hidden, though,” Luke said. “They could spot us here with binoculars.” They ducked down and moved deeper into the Chinkana, off the main path into the smaller chambers, but no hiding place they considered seemed secret or safe enough.
