“I wonder what else is down here.” Drake beamed his cell phone across the basement, hitting jars of jams, pickles, and relishes. His stomach growled.
Jordan pulled the cheese
from his pocket and handed it to Drake. “Trade you for your phone.”
“Best. Trade. Ever.” Drake passed his phone to Jordan.
Jordan walked over and
grabbed a jar of pickles off the dusty shelf. At least they wouldn’t arrive at
the baron’s place hungry. He hoped his uncle had managed to stop Amanda’s
bleeding. His hand tightened over the jar, the ridges of the lid cutting into his
palm. A scrape from behind the shelves made Jordan jump.
“Hello?” he asked,
pushing jars aside. He flashed the cell phone into the small, dark area.
“Who ya talking to,
Jordan?” Drake asked with his mouth full of cheese.
“Shhh, Drake.” Jordan
listened. Hearing nothing, he shrugged and turned back around.
“I thought I heard—”
Jordan stopped and pointed the phone at Ravi. His jaw dropped. “A-Are you
serious, Sharma?”
Drake spat out his
cheese, snorting with laughter.
“Is there a problem?”
Ravi asked, tying the bowtie of his tuxedo.
“You look like a penguin
with attitude!” Drake slapped his knee.
“Say what you want, but
I’m glad we didn’t hit the cleaners on the way to school now,” Ravi replied,
pulling down his sleeves, “or else I wouldn’t have these dry clothes.”
Jordan chuckled.
Suddenly, he heard a door creak open, followed by heavy footsteps squeaking
down the stairs. Panicking, Jordan stuffed Drake’s phone in his track suit
jacket’s pocket and waved Drake over by the shelves. Drake slipped behind
Jordan just in time, before the small light bulb above the bottom of the stairs
clicked on. Jordan swallowed hard. There, staring directly at Ravi was a portly
man in a blood-stained apron. Tufts of blond hair sprouted from the sides of
his balding head. His brown trousers were pulled up past his waist, making him
resemble an evil garden gnome. In one of his hands, he held a huge butcher
knife, its blade flecked with blood.
Wielding the knife, the
man pointed at Ravi. “Who are you?”
Ravi licked his thick
lips nervously. “The name’s Bond. James Bond.”
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Welcome to my virtual author hub, and thanks for being with me in my author shoes every step of the way. I appreciate you all! Cheers and Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian family and friends!
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving to you! Also, just love this new cover-gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteAwe, thanks so much, Leigh! I love the new cover too. Cheers, my magical friend!
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