Chapter 8“Close your mouth. I'm tired of you showing up everywhere I am,” the sheriff shouted until another voice interrupted her tirade, leading us to all turn around at the same time and see from whom it'd come.
Millard stepped into the hallway and demanded that everyone calm down. He ushered us back into the Great Hall, where we all took seats near the palm trees and kidney-shaped pond. A submerged plant that looked like a Venus flytrap floated past me as I walked by. “What's that one?” I asked, wondering if it were about to snap at my fingers. How could I dunk the sheriff?
“Water wheel plant. Rare species, not usually in North America. I've been able to keep it alive through a proper feeding schedule,” Millard noted. After what must have been a puzzled or concern expression appeared
