Fifty-Seven
Penelope Peters
Mary Macdougal had red hair that could be seen from miles away. As we pulled up to the field that Harkin was taking us, I could see her standing there waiting for us. It was the closest that we had gotten to someone that knew Orion Spires. Whether or not she would work with us, that was still up for debate.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Harkin asked. “We can always turn around.”
“I have to find him, Harkin,” I said, “I have to find him, and I have to stop him. Until I do, I won’t ever be safe. He keeps on threatening me. Threatening Cadoc I won’t be safe until he’s gone.”
Harkin pulled the car to a stop not far from where Mary Macdougal waited. “Peters, I’m sorry to disappoint you,
