No activity. Zero evidence of the giant coming or going out the elevator shaft. Not a trace of the old man’s truck. In desperation, he’d even tried to raise the giant on the walkie. Charlie had been home from the drive-in for more than an hour, which made him all the more anxious. Where was Bruce? There was way more traffic now compared to when he and the giant had snuck out earlier, probably from the fair closing for the night. Maybe Bruce, even with his crazy stealth skills, couldn’t get back inside the warehouse unseen with all the headlights. Then again, maybe he had snuck back after all, and now he was just being careful. Either way, the giant was definitely in big trouble with the old man. Charlie had to find out where the big guy was. He’d start with the warehouse first to make good and sure Bruce wasn’t there. There were other ground-floor windows in the back alley—he’d break one if he had to. Charlie didn’t care if he got in trouble. But first, he’d need to get past DJ and his mom, who were watching a movie.
