Most of his cabin mates were a couple of rows below him, shoving each other and whooping and not paying any attention to the game. Barry and Vinnie were acting pretty full of themselves, having sparked a far better day for Cabin 3. They’d moved into the softball final with an 8–3 win in the morning, then stormed back to take third place in basketball in the afternoon. Riley hadn’t done much in either game. He’d drawn a walk and grounded out a couple of times in softball and played an uneventful third quarter of the basketball game, barely touching the ball. He figured no one would notice if he slipped out of the gym at halftime. He walked slowly down the creaky old bleachers and out the door. It was after nine o’clock, so it was fully dark out. Lots of stars were overhead, and the half-moon was coming up over the lake. Riley headed toward it. Just about everybody was at the basketball game, so things were quiet out here. Riley walked down the hill, flicking on his flashlight.
