CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Noell left Gamma’s house after work. Today she would find that pool. With each step, she traced an imaginary path on Dr. Stevens’ map. Her backpack bounced against her hip as she walked.
She wound her long blond hair into a bun on top of her head—it felt good to be free of that hardhat. She still had her orange T-shirt and overalls on. She figured if she ruined them, she had another twenty shirts back at Gamma’s—and a couple more pairs of overalls.
She stopped and studied the map for the thousandth time—Dr. Stevens had even drawn the warning signs in: Keep Out and Witch Hole. The signs had probably fallen apart long ago, but the meaning still held—this was not a place to play.
She nodded. Three people had drowned in that pool.
Her steps slowed. So why was she look
