Murder Bone By Bone
“I made pancakes for breakfast, not quite up to Bridget’s standards, but the boys didn’t seem to notice. Halfway through the second batch, Barker left his post under the kitchen table and raced to the front door, ears alert. Corky ran into the living room and climbed on the window seat. “Those arkenologists are back!”
Sam abandoned his pancakes to climb up beside his brother. “They’re digging up our bones again!”
I stood behind them, looking at the battered white van. "They're down to the sidewalk level already. Probably removing what you guys did was the easy part.” Drake’s car pulled up. He hopped out, gave Richard a curt nod, and headed up the front walk.
“I don’t wanna go to the museum,” Corky whined with his nose plastered to the window. “I wanna stay and help them dig.”
Drake walked in in time to hear this. "That’s all I need,” he said.
“Relax. We’re leaving.” I crammed a bottle of juice and a stack of little paper cups into the knapsack. “But Barker’s staying.
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