Book Three: Chapter 55

The driver ignored her. She noticed that he wore a chauffeur’s hat and matching gloves, which meant he had driven someone. She looked back at her landlord’s house. Who did she know that had her own driver?

There was only one way to find out. She didn’t even bother knocking as she let herself in through the front door.

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They stood in the guest bedroom, staring at the closet door. Jenny, inside Beth’s body, fidgeted with her hair, twirling it in her fingers.

“Well?” Mike asked. “How do we do this?”

Jenny grinned, grabbing the doorknob to the closet. “Simple, simple! Three o clock, nine o clock, up and down.” She turned the knob right, then left, the pulled up on it. The whole knob slid up like a lever, before Jenny pushed it back down again then pulled. A blast of cool air hit Mike in the face, and the interior of the closet was gone. The back wall was now composed of smooth rock, and the light of the room was gobbled up by the cave that had appeared.