Camp X by Eric Walters

Author:Eric Walters
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PENGUIN GROUP (CANADA)

CHAPTER TWELVE

“I’LL GET IT!” I yelled as the phone rang out.

I threw the dishcloth onto the counter and ran for the phone. We’d just finished delivering the papers and were finishing up the breakfast dishes we’d left behind that morning.

“Hello?” I said as I picked it up.

“Hello. Is this Jack?” asked a man’s voice. I didn’t recognize it.

“No, this is George. I’ll go and get—”

“That’s all right. This is Bill.”

“Bill?” My heart rose into my throat. “Bill from the . . . from the . . . place?”

“Did I make such a poor impression that you’ve almost forgotten me?”

“No, no, I just wasn’t expecting you to call us.”

“I told you we’d be in touch. Now go and get your brother so I can talk to both of you.”

“Sure . . . yeah . . . right away!”

I dropped the phone and ran toward the kitchen. “Jack! Jack, come quick!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

“What? What’s wrong?” Jack looked annoyed.

“It’s Bill,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“Bill . . . Bill from the you-know-what?” Jack asked, lowering his voice.

I nodded my head.

“What does he want?”

“He said he wants to talk to us.”

Jack rushed back and picked up the phone. “Hello . . . yep . . . um . . . yes.” He nodded his head as he listened to words I couldn’t hear.

“Now?” Jack asked. He seemed surprised.

That one word took my breath away. I had no idea what they were saying, but whatever it was it obviously couldn’t wait.

“Okay, sure, we can do that. Bye.”

Jack placed the receiver in its cradle.

“Go and make sure the front door is locked,” he told me.

“Why?”

“Because Mom always likes us to lock the front door when we go out.”

“Out where?” I asked anxiously.

Jack smiled. “I’m not entirely sure.”

“But . . . but . . .”

“We’re going out to the highway and we’re going to be picked up.”

“By who?” I demanded.

“Bill . . . or somebody he’s sending to get us. Now go and check the door and let’s get going.”

“But what about the kitchen? We haven’t finished cleaning up yet!”

“You can finish the kitchen if you want,” Jack said, “and I’ll go without you. I don’t know what good a little crybaby like you could do anyway.” He paused. “You coming or what?”

“I’m coming.”

I ran and checked the front door. It was locked. I heard the side door slam and raced through the house to catch up with Jack. He was already outside and halfway up to the road. I chased after him, slowing to a walk when I finally came up beside him.

“Did he say anything more?” I asked.

“Sure.”

“What else?”

“He said goodbye.”

“Could you get serious? Did he say anything else about what we’re doing?”

“Nothing except get to the highway and walk.”

We cut through the vacant lot and took the path, coming out on the shoulder of the highway. A car whizzed by, followed by a swirl of dust. There were two more cars behind that one, and another coming in the opposite direction.

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