Mom and Dad watched silently, looking very worried as the firefighters worked on the blaze. “Mom, Dad,” I said, my voice cracking. “Is Aunt Trudy up there?” “We don’t know yet,” Mom said quietly. “One of the firefighters is climbing up to see.” Frank turned to me, his mouth a grim line. I didn’t have to read his mind to know he was thinking the same as me: Was this the work of the Scaredevils? Were they such evil psycho creeps they would target not only Frank and me, but our family, too? “I knew it,” Dad groaned, cutting into my thoughts. “All those smelly candles Trudy loves to burn. I warned her several times!” “Warned me about what?” came a voice. The four of us spun around. Standing right behind us was— “Aunt Trudy!” Frank exclaimed. “Where were you?” Dad asked, looking relieved. “At the movies, seeing that new action flick,” Aunt Trudy said. She stared at the now-smoldering garage. “But I guess there’s more action going on here!”
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