ONCE THEY HAD LOCKED the door behind them to the Community Center, they retraced their steps, heading back toward the Maritime Museum. They didn"t speak, trying to stay quiet in case there was still somebody in the area. Morgan held Misty in her arms, not wanting to leave the kitten behind. Not that she couldn"t fend for herself; she"d obviously found a way to get out of the house and sit on the chest to wait for them. Morgan was sure she had locked the cat door before she left, but Misty had come to her the very first night from the mist, and it only made sense that the cat would come and go as she wanted. A mere cat door would not hold her back. As they got closer to the museum, Misty growled low in her throat.
"Something"s wrong,” Morgan hissed at the others, causing them to slow their
