CHAPTER FIVEOfficer Mike Ng (“Pronounce it Eng, that’s all, like there’s an invisible E on the front”) seemed to control his anger with a major act of will. “Sir,” he said, “and Ma’am, what you did was very dangerous. Very irresponsible. I’m here to protect Mr. MacReedy. You thought it was clever to spirit him away when I was called away for a moment. And then you come scampering back like scared children.”
Lindsey said, “We were only looking at some things.” He felt like a schoolboy called onto the principal’s carpet. He’d be lucky to get off with a mere scolding.
Ms. Wilbur said, “Never mind that, Officer. There was a prowler down there in the cellar. He doused the lights down there and he was coming for us. It was just lucky that I had a flashlight and that Mr. MacReedy had a weapon.
