“Please.”
My pockets were still empty from when I’d changed earlier so I headed upstairs and went through the stuff that I’d emptied out. A little pocket knife, my phone, keys, the plastic shopping bag I’d used to carry the dummy Necronomicon ... I grabbed the bag and took it back downstairs.
“This is all he handed me,” I said. I unfolded it, and sure enough something fluttered to the floor: a slip of paper, probably a receipt from the original purchase. I pulled it out. “Look what I found.”
It wasn’t a receipt, it was a slip of parchment, the same as Dana had been given the night of the games, three nights ago: it seemed about a hundred years. Now that I could get a good look at the figures on it, I could see that they were some kind of funky old symbols, or code.
And again, within th
