CHAPTER 8The Shell Speaks
The long, wet grass pulled at Monte’s trousers as he raced through the field. It was a tedious fall afternoon. The sky, clogged with dark clouds, leaked a steady mist upon the sodden countryside, making for an extra mopey Halloween.
“Monte!” Garrick yelled from the road. “Come back, you lunatic!”
But Monte plowed toward the spot where he had seen them, the rainbow lights.
“We’re on an errand for Maren. This isn’t an excuse to go exploring!” Garrick’s voice grew distant as Monte plodded through the wet landscape.
Water leaked into Monte’s sneakers. But he didn’t care. He needed to get to those lights. He was sure it was Cameron, wandering around with that glowing necklace again. The drizzle coated his skin as he skidded to a stop. The shell, which he always ke
