21
Elle
Turns out, Az’s safe house is located under the bleachers at an abandoned speedway.
Yes, that’s right.
Safe house.
Bleachers.
Speedway.
Jersey.
Talk about your unexpected turns in life.
Inside, the safe house is an open space of moldy wood. A bunch of beds sit against one wall. The air is musty. Cobwebs dangle from the ceiling.
The cab driver thought we were nuts to get dropped off here. I’m starting to understand why.
Knox flicks on the lights. “Sorry this isn’t fancier. It’s the only place I’m certain the Le Charms don’t know about. There won’t be any tracking spells here, that’s for sure. And we can find something better ASAP.”
“I’m just happy Az has this place,” I say.
“And I’ve never gone camping before,” adds Bry. “This’ll be an adventure.”
“Cool.” Knox steps ov
