Bixby Timmons and the Secrets of Shadow Deep by Dwight Karkan

Author:Dwight Karkan [Karkan, Dwight]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tiny Fox Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

The Boy In The Orange Suit

The space was so narrow that only one person could walk through it at a time. The faint light reminded her of the ones on the ground inside a movie theater. Bixby rushed forward with no time to waste. The corridor expired at a spiral staircase that led up.

“Up it is,” she said to herself, springing up the stairs and through a narrow archway. She must have stepped on a pressure pad because the stone in front of her revealed an opening. She bounded through the narrow gap and skimmed to a stop. She could hear the rock rumble closed behind her, trapping her inside the room. In the middle of the cave was a boy in an orange suit. Wesley had to be in a yellow suit, so this was Marin’s date or Greg. It creeped her out to see him standing next to an empty chair with a smile on his mask from ear to ear.

“Marin said you were clever, and you would figure the panel out on your own,” he hissed. It wasn’t Greg’s surfer dude voice.

“Where’s Marin?” Bixby asked, mentally assigning team orange to Marin.

“I must admit, though, I am disappointed in you; it took much longer than she predicted. I was sure that you had seen us disappear into the wall when you were walking down the stairs,” he said before he gestured toward the chair. “Care to take a seat?”

Bixby side-eyed him as she carefully started to search the room while asking again more harshly, “Where… is… Marin?”

“Oh, Bixby. Don’t you get that we’re not on your team?”

“Where is Marin?” she repeated, biding her time as she continued to scan the room.

He patted the chair. “She’s with her teammates. Now about that seat.”

“You know as well as I do, she would never join Wesley and Greg,” Bixby replied.

“On the contrary, Bixby, money does a lot of strange things to people,” he said. He then covered his mouth with faux-surprise. “Oops! I’ve said too much.”

Is that why she wouldn’t return my messages? Bixby thought, recalling Marin’s radio silence after they received their cubes.

“See, nobody gets paid if you get to the next round,” he continued. “Therefore, I am simply going to continue to play my part and insist on you having a seat.”

Bixby made a glance upward. Dimmed by the light that seemed to be missing on the far wall behind the boy, there was a riddle etched into the stone. It was tough to see, but she could read it:

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.