Camp Wacko: The Drones of Summer by Faith Wilkins Read Free Book Online

upward. It only budged an inch, but that would have to do. The last thing I needed was some kind of alarm going off.
    I got one leg out, then squeezed my torso through. Then my head and the other leg. I stood on a very thin ledge, barely big enough to fit both of my feet. I stared down at the platform, which wasn’t too far below. I would have to jump.
    Pulse quickening a little, I leaped into the air. I free-fell for only a few seconds before landing with a bang on the steel platform, sending an unpleasant jolt shooting up my legs. I grabbed the railing to steady myself before continuing down the short flight of stairs to the next platform. This one ended with a ladder.
    After climbing down the few rungs, I let myself drop the rest of the way down. The landing wasn’t exactly comfortable, but my body hadn’t suffered any injuries, so I was good to go. With my senses on high alert, I dusted myself off and headed toward the cluster of buildings up ahead.
    I slowed to a brisk walk once I reached the buildings. Class was in session, so the campus grounds were completely deserted. Well, almost deserted. I ducked behind a garbage can as soon as I saw a distant patrol car heading in my direction.
    Once I was sure it had passed, I stood and continued to walk. In a matter of minutes, I had already passed five track courses and several large inground pools. The golf course went on for several acres. I had to admit that the campus was absolutely beautiful. But I really needed to find something, some kind of incriminating evidence that the FBI would love to get their hands on. Problem was, I had no idea how to find it.
    “Miss Mason, what do you think you’re doing out here?” A heavy hand landed on my shoulder.
    I slowly turned to meet the dark eyes of a very grim-faced man. He was dressed in a black suit. Although it was like ninety degrees outside, he didn’t seem to be bothered by the heat. There wasn’t a single hint of perspiration on the man. For some reason, he strongly reminded me of a certain FBI agent back home.
    He frowned down at me. “You are supposed to stay in your room until school is no longer in session.”
    I blinked, deciding to play the innocent child. “Just thought I’d step out for some fresh air.”
    He raised an eyebrow, obviously seeing through my facade. “Well, your little trip is over.” Taking a firm hold of my arm, he began to lead me back down toward the administration building.
    I hadn’t even heard him come up behind me. I should have been paying closer attention. I deserved to get caught. Eyeing his fingers curled around my arm, I tried hard to suppress a grimace. His hand was just a few inches below the tracking device. The area was still sore and his strong grip sure wasn’t making it feel any better. With the amount of pressure he was putting on my arm, it was clear that there would be no escape. This guy had been trained for this. He wasn’t going to let a teenage girl get the better of him. Well, maybe I’d at least be able to get some information out of him.
    “When did you notice I was missing?” I asked.
    He continued to look straight ahead, not bothering to answer.
    “What’s your name?”
    Still staring straight ahead, he answered, “Anderson.”
    “How’d you find me?”
    He glanced down at me. “It wasn’t hard.”
    I frowned. “Well, then.”
    A flicker of a smile crossed the man’s face, but only for a second. “No more questions.”
    By then we had reached the building. Casey was stepping around the desk when she spotted us. Her eyes widened in surprise.
    “Lily! I was just about to go check on you. How did you . . . ?”
    I smiled sheepishly, suddenly feeling a little guilty for eluding her. “I got a little impatient.”
    She blinked. “Well, all you had to do was ask. I would have shown you around.”
    I opened my mouth to answer, but Anderson interjected. “Miss Mason is not to leave this building for any reason. Not even by request of Dustin