The Lost Brother by Franklin W. Dixon

Author:Franklin W. Dixon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin
Published: 2010-02-23T16:00:00+00:00

Caring and Sharing

When I awoke to find myself back in my cell, I almost despaired. What was this place? How was I ever going to get out?

I closed my eyes to block out the harsh glare of the overhead light. My mind was feeling a little fuzzy again, though not nearly as bad as before. More like the typical getting-knocked-out kind of wooziness. I could deal with that.

So I did my best to focus. To try to make sense of what I’d seen on my brief trip out of my cell.

It wasn’t easy. Nothing I’d seen made much sense.

But I was pretty sure of one thing: This was it. The place where all those missing kids had gone. It had to be. The evidence all pointed to that.

Meeting Alice. Seeing Luke’s name scratched into the wall. Those rooms full of playground equipment and other kid-friendly stuff.

I still had a lot of questions, of course. But one in particular.

Why?

Who would—and could—build a place like this? A secret place where a whole bunch of kids could be taken and never found?

And for what possible purpose?

From what I’d seen of Alice, she looked perfectly healthy. A little nervous, yeah. Obsessed with finding her brother, okay. But otherwise she’d seemed almost . . . normal.

Sort of like Justin. Yeah, he didn’t seem to know how to use a knife or fork. And he came across as a little wild, a little untamed.

But he spoke perfectly good English. Could hold a conversation with people. Seemed pretty well-adjusted, all things considered. Was that because he’d been here all along, chatting with Alice and the others? If so, how in the world had he ended up wandering around Misty Falls with no memory of any of it—or of his own family, his own name?

CLANG!

I pulled myself together quickly. The little window had just opened. Was it Alice? Had she returned to let me out again?

“Omigod!” a muffled female voice exclaimed. “I thought that was you!”

It wasn’t Alice. But I definitely recognized the voice.

“I thought that was you I saw out there too,” I said, looking into the pair of wide brown eyes staring down at me through the narrow window. “What’re you doing here, Chloe? And where are we?”

I was already wondering if I was asleep and dreaming again. Why else would the cute, friendly candy striper from Mercy Hospital be in a weird place like this?

But I’d been pretty sure she was the person I’d seen out in that security area right before that goon tasered me. And now here she was.

The door cracked open just wide enough for Chloe to slip inside. She looked kind of upset.

“I can’t believe you’re here, Frank,” she said, wringing her hands and staring at me. “Omigod, I really can’t believe you’re here!”

“Neither can I,” I said. “Especially since I have no idea where ‘here’ is. Care to clue me in?”

If she heard the question, she didn’t show it. “I can’t believe it!” she repeated instead. “What was he thinking?”

“Who?”

She shot a nervous glance over her shoulder at the door.

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