CHAPTER 9
Past midnight, Winter Solstice
Kennedy winced as Willow’s fingernails dug into her arm. She wanted to ask what was going on, what Willow had found in the box that got her so freaked out, but she was paralyzed.
“Roger? You home?” The front door banged opened, bringing in with it a burst of cold and the foul smell of body odor.
Willow gave Kennedy’s arm one last squeeze and asked sleepily, “Someone there?”
“I’m looking for Roger. Where is he?” The voice was gruff.
“He stepped out for just a sec. I’m sure he’ll be back soon. Are you Buster, the guy with the radio?”
“Yeah, that’s me. Who’re you?”
“I’m Willow. Did you get hold of my parents?”
“Sure did. They were pretty worried, too.”
“Oh, good. Thank you so much for getting that message to them. Hey, did my mom mention my g
