It Started with a Whisper by A.W. Hartoin

Author:A.W. Hartoin [Hartoin, A.W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: A.W. Hartoin

Chapter Twenty-two

LUKE SAT DOWN cross-legged on the dock and motioned for me to sit on the warm wood next to a goose with her head tucked under her wing. I nudged her with my foot. She ruffled her feathers and stuck her head further out of sight.

“For Christ’s sake, she’s not going to do anything,” said Luke. “It’s not Mildred.”

I stood still, trying to appear cool about a goose bill being ten inches from my exposed ankle. “Where’s Mildred then?” I asked.

Luke stretched out, long and muscular. “Just sit down,” he said. “It’s all ready.”

“Okay.” I sat, wrapping my arms around my legs. I was tired of thinking about what was coming and ready to get it over with. If Luke was determined to harass Miss Pritchett, there was no stopping him. It’d been five days since our discovery of her and I considered it a miracle he’d done nothing so far.

Cole plunked down next to me, vibrating with excitement. “What are we going to do?”

“Recon, dude, recon,” said Caleb.

“What’s recon?” Frank sat at the far end of the dock next to April and behind Ella, who looked bored and hot. April handed Frank a rubber band and a ribbon. He looked at it like she’d handed him a dead gerbil.

“We have to go get the lay of the land and find out their schedules. Stuff like that.” Caleb lay face down on the dock soaking up the heat from the wood like a lizard.

“We already know his schedule, but we have to figure out hers,” said Luke.

“How do we know his? We don’t even know his name,” I said. My desire to teach the man a lesson had cooled and I wanted to forget the whole thing.

“Yes, we do. It’s Jason Greenbow. He’s a lineman for the phone company and he works Sunday through Thursday nine to five. He’s also on-call every other Saturday,” said Luke as he brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes. He looked positively gleeful.

“How in the hell do you know that?” I asked.

“I asked around, dufus, and called the phone company,” said Luke.

“The phone company just told you all that stuff?” asked Frank. He held his hand out to April, the ribbon and rubber band perched on his palm while she braided her hair.

“You have to know how to ask. Besides, it’s not like I was asking for state secrets or something. What do they care?”

“There’s still Miss Pritchett,” I reminded Luke.

“Yeah, but we already know she’s dumb. We’ll just watch her for a couple of days and get the hang of her routine. Then we’ll start,” said Caleb.

“What are we going to do?” Frank’s voice went up an octave.

“Chill, Frank. You’re just a lookout. Here.” Luke took a walkie-talkie out of his backpack and handed it to Frank. Frank looked at it and relaxed.

“I’ve only got three, so we’ll have to take turns watching.” Luke gave a walkie-talkie to me and kept one himself. “This morning Puppy, me and Frank will go.

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