‘You know, if we"re quick, we"ll just catch Imogen before she leaves the library,’ Cory said as they were greeted at last by the welcome appearance of streetlights. ‘We"ve got ten minutes—do you think you can keep the pace up?’
‘Yes, why not?’ Bianca replied. ‘I"ll text Mom and let her know. I"ve got my signal back now.’
‘Me, too,’ Cory said, checking his phone. ‘I"m going to call the garage and see if I can get the car towed back to my house this evening.’
They caught the library in the nick of time. The lights were still on, but the sign at the entrance informed them that it had been closed to the public since seven o"clock.
‘Imogen must live in this place,’ Cory said. ‘I hope I have half her energy when I reach her age. She was working when I dropped in first thing today and she"s s
