I risked a glance back at the window. Ema glared at me and started working her cell phone. The message buzzed in: what part of CAR COMING! GET OUT! confused u?!? HURRY, DOPE!
I didn’t move. Not yet. First of all, I wasn’t sure which direction to go. I couldn’t go out the back-whoever was in the black car would spot me. I could run out the front, but that might draw their attention too. So for now, I stayed put. I kept my eye on the car. And I waited.
The front passenger door of the car opened a little more. I stayed low, keeping only my forehead and eyes above the window line. I saw one shoe hit the dirt, then another. Black shoes. Men’s. A moment later someone rose from the car. Yep, a man. His head was shaved clean. He wore a dark suit and aviator sunglasses and looked as if he were either coming from a funeral or an elite member of the Secret Service.
Who the heck was this?
The man kept his body ramrod straight while his head spun like a robot’s, scanning the area. He stopped on the tree where Ema was doing a pretty poor job of hiding. He took a step toward her. Ema squeezed her eyes shut, as though wishing herself away. The man with the shaved head took another step.
No doubt about it. He had seen her.
I debated what to do here-but not for very long. I had to act fast, had to distract him. I decided to hit the back door and draw his attention. I was about to do just that when Ema opened her eyes. She spun out from behind the tree, all in her black goth wear. The man stopped in his tracks.
“Yo,” Ema said. “Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?”
The man with the aviator sunglasses stared for a moment. Then he said, “You’re trespassing.”
His voice was flat, lifeless.
“Right, sorry about that,” she said. “See, I was going around the neighborhood, and I was about to knock on your front door when I heard your car, so I figured, what the heck, I’d make it easier on you and come around back.”
She tried to smile at him. He didn’t seem pleased. Ema kept talking.
“Now, our most popular cookie is still the Thin Mint, but we recently introduced a new flavor, the Dulce de Leche, though I think they’re too sweet, and if you’re watching your calories-I know, it doesn’t look like I do, am I right?-you can try our new Sugar-Free Chocolate Chip.”
The man just stared at her.
“Or we still sell the Samoas, the Peanut Butter Sandwiches, the Shortbreads and the Tagalongs. I don’t want to pressure sell, but all your neighbors have placed orders. The Asseltas next door? They bought thirty boxes, and with a little help I can land first place in my troop and win a hundred-dollar gift certificate to the American Girl doll store-”
“Go.”
“I’m sorry. Did you say-”
“Go.” There was no give in his voice. “Now.”
“Right, okay.” Ema raised her hands in mock surrender and quickly moved out of sight. I fell back for a second, relieved. I was also impressed as all get-out. Talk about quick thinking. Ema was safe. Now it was my turn. I took another glance out the window. The man with the shaved head stood by the garage door. He opened it, and whoever was driving pulled the car in. The man with the shaved head kept doing the head pivot, like a surveillance camera, and then suddenly he jerked to the left and zeroed right in on me.
I dropped back down to the floor, out of sight.
Had he spotted me? It seemed likely, the way he homed in on me like that, but with the sunglasses on, it was impossible to know. I crawled back to the other room, positioning myself on the floor so I could see the back door.
I had my cell phone in my hand. I quickly texted Ema: U OK?
Two seconds later Ema replied: yes. GET OUT!
She was right. Keeping low, I started across the kitchen floor. I passed the spiral staircase again. I thought about what might be up there and shuddered.
Who was that creepy dude with the shaved head and dark suit?
Maybe the explanation was simple, I thought. Maybe it was a relative of Bat Lady’s. All dressed in black like that-maybe it was her nephew or something. Maybe he was Bat Nephew.
I was almost at the front door now. So far, no one had come in. Perfect. I stood up and took one more glance at the sixties photograph, at the weird butterfly emblem on all their T-shirts. I looked at the other faces, tried to take a mental picture so I could review it later. My hand found the knob.
And that was when a light came on behind me.
I froze.
The light was dim, but in this darkness… I slowly spun my head.
There was light coming from the crack beneath the basement door. Someone was in the basement-someone who had just this moment turned on the light down there.
A dozen thoughts hit me all at once. The biggest was a one-word command: RUN! I had watched the horror movies, the ones where the mentally malnourished airhead goes into the house alone, sneaking around like, well, like me, and then ends up with an ax between the eyes. From the safety of my seat in the cineplex, I had scoffed at their idiocy and now, here I was, in Bat Lady’s lair, and someone else was here, in the basement.
Why had I come?
It was simple really. Bat Lady had called me by my name. She had said that my father was alive. And while I knew that it couldn’t possibly be true, I was willing to risk whatever, including my personal safety, if there was a chance, just the slightest chance, that there was an inkling of truth in what she said.
I missed my dad so much.
The basement door glowed. I knew the glow was my imagination or an optical illusion based on the fact that the light coming from the basement was bright while the rest of the house was so dark. That didn’t help calm me down.
I stayed still and listened. Now I could hear someone moving down there. I moved closer to the door. There were voices. Two people. Both male.
My phone buzzed again. Ema: GET! OUT!
Part of me wanted to stay. Part of me wanted to fling open that basement door and take my chances. But another part of me-maybe the part of me that was millions of years old, the animal part, the primordial part that still relied on survival instinct-pulled up. The primordial animal looked at that glowing door and sensed danger behind it.
Serious danger.
I moved back to the front of the house. I turned the knob, opened the door, and ran.
chapter 4
I MET UP WITH EMA three blocks away.
“That,” she said, cracking a smile for the first time since I’d known her, “was awesome.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I guess.”
“So where do you want to break into next?”
“Funny.” And then I couldn’t help but smile.
“What?” she said.
I started laughing.
“What?”
“You,” I said. “Selling Girl Scout cookies.”
She laughed too. The sound was melodious. “What, you don’t buy me as a Girl Scout?”
I just looked at her-in the black clothes, with the black nail polish and silver studs in her eyebrow. “Yeah, nice uniform.”
“Maybe I’m the goth Girl Scout.” She lifted up her cell phone to show me. “Oh, I typed in the license plate number of that black car. I don’t know what you can do with it, but I figured what the heck.”
I had an idea about that. “Can you text it to me?”
Ema nodded, typed a little, hit Send. “So what are you going to do now?” she asked.
I shrugged. What could I do? I couldn’t call the police. What would I tell them? A man in a dark suit walked into a garage? For all I knew he lived there. And how would I explain to the police my being inside the house in the first place?
I told her about the photograph, the butterfly emblem, and the light in the basement. When I finished, Ema said, “Whoa.”