I couldn’t put a finger on what they were about, but I was trapped behind some railings. The darkness behind me was chasing me and everything evil resided in that darkness. It scared me to death. I woke up dripping with sweat to find that it was already late morning, my chin marked from the roughness of Mrs. Jeeves’ carpet. It took me a moment to remember why I was there, and the events of last night came flooding back to me. I turned onto my side and peeked out the front of the van. The new window was almost installed. Trying to shake off the dream, I looked down to find the crumpled piece of paper wedged between my fingers. I’d been stupid and left it out all night. I shoved it back in my pocket. I hoped I’d been the first to find it. I wasn’t ready for this mystery to escalate beyond our control. We had a new lead and solid, physical evidence that Donald—or someone—was watching us. We sat in the living room and ate dry old Cheerios for breakfast. Granddad still wasn’t speaking to us.
