Chapter 4
A gust of wind from Hurricane Lori started high up in the mountains. It rustled the trees, and echoed, rushing down at Tucker, the intruder, and the others like a freight train. The i***t reporter—the former classmate—he froze in his tracks. His pants were wet almost halfway up the leg from the puddles and the rain. Tucker smirked. When RJ turned around and saw what was standing directly behind him, Tucker expected him to wet the top part. “Go get him, Kayko,” Tucker whispered. The giant lizard was big enough to make stronger men piss their pants.
Tucker caught Sam’s eye. Sam puffed up. He was ready to fight. Tucker put up his hand and shook his head.
“He wants you to stay here.” Olivia was always the voice of reason, Tucker figured.
“Plus, don’t you want to know what happene
