Asa walked over, slammed it shut, and secured the lock. He leaned his back on the wood and groaned. His heart was still hammering, and he wanted to curl up on his hammock beside the fire, holding his knees to his chest in the fetal position. No. Think! What is there to do? Asa looked at the mess of pots, pans, and furs that Derden had thrown across the floor, and decided that he would have to clean his dwelling later. Right now, he had to think of a plan. He looked around at the stone, contemplating. He could see the Multipliers’ handprints in the soot below the secret compartment. They had been so close to figuring out what that was! I can’t let them come back here! Asa was sure that when they first noticed Teddy missing, they had searched his armband in their GPS system. The system had probably given them latitude and longitudinal coordinates that matched up with Asa’s dwelling. It’s the altitude they’re wrong about. Teddy’s probably right above me. Asa was also sure that if they didn’t find Teddy’s armband soon, they’d come back.
