BEFORE MORGAN AND GABE could begin to speculate about how long the compass had been hidden inside the fireplace, there was a banging on the door, followed by a consistent ringing of the doorbell. It was the kind where somebody leans on the doorbell, letting it buzz repeatedly. The kind where you knew there was trouble.
Quickly wrapping the compass back up into the oilskin, Morgan moved it to the side table next to Meredith"s bed and slid it in the top drawer. At least it was safe from being stolen by a nosy kitten. The pounding on the door grew more intense, and Morgan knew something was terribly wrong.
"We"re coming!" she called out to whoever was on the other side of the door as she raced down the stairs.
When she opened the door, she saw her friends in front of her and her worst fear
