Chapter 8
My butt is numb from sitting the past six hours and I’m no closer to figuring out the mysteries of this book than I was this morning. I pray Dad is having better luck tracking down Mom and Grams than I am understanding this book. I tap his number on my phone, but it goes straight to voicemail.
I grab the book and start flipping through it when raised voices float up the stairs.
“What now?” I mumble before setting down the book and diving into more drama.
“I don’t care what Jim said. As far as I’m concerned, this whole situation could be your fault,” says Edric. “Trouble follows you.”
“Are you accusing me of kidnapping?”
When Cyrus mentions kidnapping, I duck out of sight to see how this plays out.
“It’s ironic they go missing the same time you come into town.”
“One could
