Franklin, then stopped at Adams Drive. Here they’d part ways. Weezy lived on Adams and Jack up at the end of Franklin on Jefferson.
“I’ve got something for you,” she said in a low voice as she moved up close
beside him.
Another kiss?
“What?”
She reached into her bike basket and pul ed out two folded sheets of paper. She
looked around, then thrust them at Jack.
“Here. Put these in your pocket.”
He started to unfold them. “What—?”
“Look at them later! Just get them out of sight!”
Spurred by her urgent tone, he shoved them into a back pocket. “What’s going on?”
Weezy looked around again, then whispered, “I think someone was out in my
backyard last night.”
Jack felt a chil as he remembered his unlatched screen and the feeling that
someone had been in his room. But that had been Tom, right?
Right?
“You see anyone?”
“I saw a shadow that moved.”
“Could have been a deer.”
“Yeah, could have been. I hope so. But just in case, when I was in Medford this
morning, I had my mother drop me off at the library so I could Xerox
copies of the symbols on the pyramid and the pattern inside the cube.” Weezy and her mother had been driving to Medford every Friday morning al
summer long. Shopping, Jack guessed.
“Copies? Why?”
“In case someone steals mine.”
Jack couldn’t help rol ing his eyes. “Weez …”
“It’s part of the Secret History of the World, Jack. We’re not supposed to have it.
Doesn’t it make sense that the people who want that history kept
secret wil try to get it back?”
Jack didn’t like the way this was going.
“But who are these ‘people’?”
She shrugged. “How should I know? They’re
Lodge:
Could the Lodge be involved? After al , Weezy had found the cube next to a
dead member.
But why would whoever it was search his room? After al , Weezy was the one
who kept it and—
His stomach clenched when he remembered that Mr. Brussard was a
member—no, more than just a member. He’d cal ed himself “Lodge lore master.” And Jack had showed him the cube. If the Lodge was involved, they’d assume
Jack had it. And when they found out he didn’t, they’d move on to the next person involved.
Weezy.
He shook it off. Crazy to think like this. Come on. This was lame-o Johnson, New
Jersey. Nothing of any interest went on here. Especial y not things like that.
“Okay, I’l hide them in a safe place.”
She smiled. “Thanks. An ounce of prevention … you know the rest.” Jack did. And he’d do what he’d promised, even if it meant getting involved in
one of her weird theories. If she’d rest easier knowing he had copies, that was reason enough.
He glanced at the sun. Almost noon. Enough time to get home, grab a shower, and rush over to USED.
