Thirty
Double CrossI stared at the blank pages of the notebook until the thin blue lines merged with the white background. At first, I considered writing everything in the same jumbled manner Cecil's secrets formed in my brain, spewing the words out in random fashion. Instead, I organized the information and, with great attention to detail, began the arduous task of transferring the knowledge to paper.
When my neck ached from my hunched position, I lay prone on my bed, the notebook in front of me on the floor at the end of the cushions. Both my arms hung over the edge while I scribbled words and numbers onto the paper. When I filled both sides of fifteen pages, I stopped. With notebook in hand, I stood at the locked door.
“Are you done?” Archie said as he opened the door after several
