Chapter 27Surely Birdie was mistaken. The rain must have made the rocks and stakes come loose. How would Birdie know if someone pried them up? Sara looked about. There was no tree nearby, only scrub brush and more overgrown heli-heli that she wouldn't wish on her worst neighbor. That was it! Sara yelled down the cliffside. “I'm going to get Maleko to help.” She climbed the few feet to the top as Birdie's frantic warning about their crazy neighbor carried away on the wind.
Sara ran to Maleko's house. She dreaded asking him for a favor. He didn't answer the door but his rusted old pickup was in the driveway. Then she remembered that he had a sound-proofed studio behind the house. He could be in there.
Sara picked her way past heaps of garbage and into Maleko's sloping back yard. Underneath
