CHAPTER TWENTY
About an hour later, I stood in the driveway of Greta’s house, looking at its dark, curtained windows that looked more like the dead eyes of a corpse than the windows of a house. The house seemed as ominous as a graveyard, as if it was the very last place I would ever step foot into. It almost seemed more like a haunted house than an average two-story suburban house; but then, I suppose any house would seem that way if it was being used as the current base of a mad assassin holding two helpless teenage girls hostage.
Of course, I did not actually see ZZZ standing in the windows or on the front porch of the house with Charlotte and Greta, but Cyberkid had told me that ZZZ had taken over that house and was holding both of the girls hostage in there. It seemed like a strange
