Lawrence didn’t answer, but simply pointed ahead where a shadow rose in the dust. The tree, Teddy thought at first, but the shadow was too straight, too square. They walked closer, and Teddy saw that it was a brick chimney with no house attached to it. Some of the bricks were missing, and tree roots ran through the holes. Others had partially crumbled from age. It towered into the air until Teddy could not see the top. At the bottom, a fireplace yawned open large enough for a boy to walk into. Teddy stepped to it and ducked his head to look up the shaft. “Don’t go in,” Lawrence warned. “Go around.” “Why?” “This is where Oliver came through ten years ago.” “The chimney?” “Yep. He was stuck in there. We heard him hollering when he arrived, and we had to come pull him out.” “You rescued him?” “Well, we had to take him to the tree.” “Right. Of course.” Teddy frowned and walked around the chimney. To his surprise, another chimney stood behind it. Yet another was visible in the dust beyond the second one.
