CHAPTER NINETEEN
I furrowed my brow. “Why do you feel that way?”
He pursed his lips before he rummaged inside his vest and drew out a deck of cards. I recognized them as the same ones the kids had been playing in the park. “Because of these. All of us have them. They’re the only thing that’s the same in all these thefts.”
“When you mean you all have them, you mean you and the kids in the other burglarized houses?” I guessed.
He nodded. “Yes. Mary and Billy-that is, Mary Loomer and William Highcrest. They play the game, too.”
“Did you tell your parents about that?” I wondered.
Lew hung his head. “Yes, but they wouldn’t listen. They told me the cards couldn’t do anything like that. The magic alarms around the house would go off if they did.”
I lifted an eyebrow and my eyes
