Chapter Twelve
I ran into the building and up the stairs. It was pitch dark in the room where Junco had put the sleeping bags, but that would not be a problem for Ynggi.
I turned on the light of my reader and looked around. The sleeping bags lay in neat rows, each on its own mat, and with a pillow. Our luggage stood in the corner, all still untouched. The sky outside the broken and dirt-caked windows was dark.
“Ynggi?” I called.
There was no response.
I called again, “Ynggi, where are you? Dinner is ready.”
Again, there was no response. I walked to the window, but it was too dark down there for me to even see the ground.
When I turned around, I noticed that Ynggi’s bag was open and some of his clothes lay on the ground. I couldn’t see the knife anywhere. What was the bet that he had
