“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Callum asked, wondering if the pain was making him delusional. But why would he dream up something like that?
“Yeah,” Gabi said. “An old bowling alley. There must be a town not too far from here. But how could Gadon be there? And don’t say something like ‘working on his score’ or ‘maybe he’s in a bowling league’ or something like that. Be serious.”
Callum leaned against the rough bark of a nearby tree and resisted the urge to sit down. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to get up again. “I’m serious. It might be hard to tell in the dark, but I have my most super-serious face on.” He’d wanted the words to come out light, but his voice sounded tense.
They crept closer, Callum straining to see if light spilled out from beneath any of the doors or the boards
