Chapter 22: The TricksterIN ZACH’S MOTEL ROOM, Colin Macready closed the history textbook that he’d been reviewing with Zach. “Very good, Zach. You know this unit quite well.”
“Thanks, Colin,” Zach replied, rubbing his temples. “Could we take a break? I’m kind of tired.”
Macready considered the boy. He needed to monitor Zach’s health as well as his whereabouts. Jonas would blame him if the kid got as much as a cold on this trip. “Not sleeping well?”
The boy just shrugged. “No. Yeah. Bad dreams.”
Macready made a mental note to add that to his next report. “Tell you what. Let’s call it a day. Quincy needs a walk, anyway.” Hearing his name, the dog raised his head, tail wagging. “And I heard about something that might interest you.”
“What’s that?”
“You want to learn more about your Cree
