CHAPTER 15Clover Crystals and Fairy Pixels
Monte, Finn, and Cameron laid out their buffet of hot chocolate, doughnuts, potato chips, and other petrol station savories across the dirty floorboards of the Widow Smith’s shed—all well-deserved prizes after their close encounter with the goons and McTavish. Monte, the only one with pocket money, was happy to treat his friends to a feast. He rested his back against a heap of musty woolen blankets, his muscles finally loose. He wondered if McTavish was still looking for them.
The shed was as cozy on the inside as it was tattered on the outside. Save for a smattering of garden soil and some moss patches on the walls, it was a suitable refuge. They sat cross-legged on the floor, warmed by a trinket Finn called his firelog, a petrified chunk of wo
