Buck Rogers, I Ain’t
“Jack.”
“Hush. You know what Matthew said—we are to stay quiet until he or Octavia knocks on the wall to let us know the coast is clear.”
“I don’t hear anything,” Hallie whispered after a moment of silence. “And I’ll go crazy if I have to just stand here being quiet. It’s like being walled up alive.”
I grinned despite the fact that she couldn’t see it, carefully sliding my hand along the wooden wall to find her arm. I gave her fingers a little squeeze. Judging by the way she clutched my hand, I guessed she was a lot more nervous than she let on. “Afraid?”
“No. Yes. Just a little.” Her voice was thin as if she was close to panic. I gave her fingers another squeeze.
“Hang in there, Hal. Octavia said the inspectors are usually pretty quick, and hardly ever glance in
