“Come on,” said Danny. “Out the back way.”
Holding the book, Cait extricated herself from the fuchsia, trying to make as little noise as possible, panic thumping through her. Danny followed.
Danny"s parents wouldn"t be able to stop this man. She thought, briefly, about going back inside the house anyway, not wanting to leave Mr. and Mrs. Greene to face her pursuers. But she couldn"t risk them getting the book. She had no choice but to flee.
They ran across the lawn past the smouldering bonfire and around the old, sagging shed where Danny"s family kept their bicycles and rust. A tall, wooden fence stood in their way. In it was a gate, lime-green with mildew.
Danny peered through a c***k between the gate and fence. “Come on. There"s no one there.” He yanked on the handle, but the gate wo
