CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
The spare bedroom was a large room with a slanted ceiling and two dormers that faced the street. It had blue and white striped wallpaper that me and my dad hung years ago, a bed with gold posts, and a bathroom. The only light that shone in was slanted moonbeams from the dormers.
Natkaal perched in the corner just under where the ceiling slanted next to one of the dormer windows. He leaned forward so that his human hands that held Malcolm were out of sight. Malcolm was crying his head off.
A warm, coppery smell hit my nose. 4Ball lay facedown on the floor in a pool of his own blood. His blood was the splattering that I heard before.
Wardell and King Porky stood in the middle of the room in a face-off. Wardell had a bloody knife and King Porky had his bat raised to his
