CHAPTER 39Mara ran past the two Pings who had just stepped off the staircase and approached the empty front door frame. Scrambling across the unhinged door that now lay to the left of the stairs, wedged against the front wall of the foyer, she yelled over her shoulder, “Is Bruce in the shop?”
One of the Pings—she assumed it was the other one—said, “I believe he ran out to pick up supplies. I don’t think he has returned yet.”
After hopping off the door, she ran over to the double doors leading to the fabrication shop and rattled the doorknobs. Locked. Growling in frustration, she turned around. “Please tell me that you have the key.”
“Of course,” the other Ping said, thrusting his hand into his pocket and walking over to her.
Mara’s father and Sam followed him.
“Hold on a moment,” Dr.
