he growled. “Then I need that book and it’s going to require some recon work. Are you up for it, Double-O-Seven?” “Don’t you mean Neighbor Boy?” he quirked an eyebrow. I looked at him nonplussed. Now how did he know about that? “You think I don’t know what you and Emily called me?” he laughed. “But how?” “You guys used to sit on your back porch and talk all the time. Your voices carried.” “You eavesdropped on us?” I cried in outrage. “Oh yeah,” he nodded. “All the time.” “You…you…you…” “Come on, let’s get going,” he laughed. “We should probably get to the Hall while it’s still early. There won’t be many people there and we stand a better chance of getting a look at the book. From a distance,” he warned. My lips pursed, but I followed him down the ladder. He was so going to pay for that. But after I saw the book. Chapter Fifteen Gallows Lane was just off Main Street so we made it to the Hall in ten minutes. Lucy’s was busy even for a Saturday morning. What if there were more people out and about than we’d originally thought? Jeff must have been thinking the same thing because he led us around behind the library to the back of the Hall. He put a finger to his lips and disappeared inside. I looked up at the old building. The Hall was one of the first structures that went up when the town was founded. It looked like some grand old colonial mansion with its wide porches and good old-fashioned New England architecture. It stood three stories high and was meticulously repainted every year. White, of course, with blazing red shutters and a garden most would sell their souls to have. I loved the old building and it had starred in several of my short stories. It also intrigued me. Even though I’d promised to never go near the Coven and adamantly refused to believe in witchcraft, I was insanely curious about what it looked like on the inside. Kay offered to show me around, but I never took her up on it because of my promise to my sister.
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