CHAPTER TEN
Gabe’s mouth dropped open. He could not believe it. “No, not here,” he grumbled. “Not him, please. He’s not real, a figment of my imagination. He’s not prowling around my room, his nose twitching like something smells bad.”
His imagination—aka Charley—paused from his tour of the bedroom and snapped his fingers in Gabe’s face. “Close your mouth, kid, before a bug flies in. From the looks of this room, all kinds of varmints live here, in addition to the human variety.”
He closed his eyes to make Charley vanish. He peeked between his fingers. Nope. Still there. He opened his mouth to tell Charley to scram. Nothing came out. He tried again. “How did you get in my room? After you dropped me in the yard, you went away. I saw you disappear. How about doing it again?”
As though Gab
