Chapter Seven

Devin hadn’t planned to find himself spending his Friday evening running toward the Rousten house.  It hadn’t even been on his radar.  But he especially hadn’t planned on running out to the abandoned manor after getting a panicked call from Clive Welter-Manes.

First of all, Clive was not the type to panic.  Devin had seen him react coolly under very stressful circumstances.  When his dad had accidentally shredded the painstakingly handwritten score for his piece ‘Caretaker’s Revenge’, he hadn’t panicked.  When he was suspended for three days for sitting during the national anthem to protest the school band’s playing it out of tune, he hadn’t panicked.  Even when his little sister spilled unfiltered grape juice into his p...

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