I had a pretty good idea where we were from the look at the road outside. The question that was now lurking I hadn’t considered before. Where were we going?
“Milton High School,” Madeline said answering my thoughts.
A school? An image of her emerged into my mind. The inside of the building came into view, as if I were walking the hallways. Strange, but I recognized it. Dr. Nicholson had sent Johnny undercover into a school. That made sense. He fit the part of a student. We both did, being young. He would blend in and find my girl. Dr. Nicholson was looking for the source, but did he know what exactly he was looking for? Who? He had found the right place, Madeline indicated. He had found her. That stirred a lot of fear and urgency inside me. Did he know it was her, though?
No, Madeline v
