Book 4: Chapter 62

Hiding behind a ridiculously large bush was not my idea of a good time. I whined silently to myself for the millionth time as I tried to readjust myself as stealthily as possible. When the branch broke under my heel, I was forced to still once again or draw unwanted attention to myself. I resigned myself to the fact the damn stick was going to become a permanent addition to my backside. It was sheer luck that I managed to shamble through the house without them knowing.

Now I was waiting for someone to decide when they were leaving. I could still faintly hear their voices coming from inside the house, but I could not make out what they were saying exactly.

I looked over at the rigs wondering if I could get lucky and pick the right one purely by chance. The decision was made for me when the voices grew closer and easier to discern.

I knew that they were getting ready to leave now. In a split-second choice, I bolted from my spot to the other side of Reed’s car. Then s