
-
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- She almost
laughed with excitement and relief. Someone must have come into
the building. Someone must be in one of the other rooms.
- She rushed
into the hallway, following the sound, hoping to find that Collin
and Morgan had finally arrived. The noise ceased, but now she
could see a dim light shining through frosted glass in a doorway
farther down the hall. She tiptoed up to it, cautiously pulled
the door open and peeked inside.
It
was a small office. Sitting behind a cluttered wooden desk was
a man with dark, curly hair that flew wildly about his head
and made him look as if he'd been caught in a hurricane. He
had a thick, droopy mustache that twitched as he puffed on his
pipe. Behind him was a chalkboard with numbers scrawled everywhere.
Before him were stacks of paper he was scribbling on. He seemed
so caught up in his work, that he didn't notice Courtney until
she knocked hesitantly on the door frame.
- Looking
up, the man squinted at her. "Ja?" he said. "What is it?"
- She stepped
inside timidly. "Excuse me, sir. I'm looking for my brother,
Collin, and our friend, Morgan. We seem to have gotten separated."
- With a
scowl, the man looked under a piece of paper, then bent over
and peered under his desk. He looked back at her and scratched
his head seriously. "Hmm. They don't appear to be here."
- His eyes
crinkled and Courtney realized he was trying to be funny. She,
however, wasn't in the mood for jokes. She hated being alone,
having to solve the latest riddle all by herself. Most of all,
she was afraid for her two missing friends.
- "They
were supposed to meet me here," she told him anxiously. "I'm
very worried."
- The man
took a large round watch out of his vest pocket and looked at
it. "Considering it's well after midnight, they are either very,
very late, or you are very, very early."
- Courtney's
lip quivered as she tried not to cry. The man noticed and spoke
more comfortingly to her. "There, there. If your friends said
they would meet you, I'm sure they will. Soon.'
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