B to answer his door. It didn’t take long. He peered out the door at them, his hair sticking up in odd angles and his blue robe hanging crookedly around his shoulder. He glanced at Bess, then surveyed the area behind them. “What’s wrong?” Bess strode inside. “You mean, besides your attachment to that ratty bathrobe?” Rosa and Tori followed Bess into the cabin and Dr. B shut and locked the door behind them. “What’s wrong?” Dr. B asked again. Bess gestured toward Tori. “It turns out that sometimes the dragons hear more than just their own heartbeats. Tonight they heard some of Overdrake’s men talking.” Tori handed Dr. B the paper. “Their conversation woke me up. They said they’re an hour away from Arlington and they might take one of the eggs there.” Dr. B’s bushy eyebrows lifted as he took the note. While he read it, Shirley came out of the hallway, robe on, her curly hair in wild disarray. Really, it was no wonder Bess kept her hair short. With her parents’ hair genes, she would probably look like a dandelion that had gone to seed if she didn’t keep her curls under strict control.
