Tower Christian School Trumpeteer Never Ending Story
Episode 10 - Winter 2009
Continued by Selena Edin
All I can say is that my mouth fell open real low.
After I got over my shock about Nick and Anton, we decided to investigate Anton’s house later that night. Nick was all gun-ho about the plan, and she went right to work to prepare for it.
But as she stuffed a black backpack with spy gear and other useful items, I couldn’t help but think her involvement in this case was a bit fishy.
“Nick…” I started, not sure how I was to word my inquiry. Luckily, she seemed to know what I was going to say.
“I know just as much as you do,” she said quickly, but I could tell she was lying. I eyed her suspiciously, and she seemed to get it.
“Ok, fine. I may know a little more than you do. But not a lot.”
“So,” I shrugged, tossing her a notebook and a pen for the bag. “Could be important.”
She stopped packing and finally turned to face me. I could see a mix of anguish and frustration in her eyes, with another emotion that I couldn’t quite figure out. “Look, Luke,” she spat out my name, “all I know is that the memory card holds some classified information Anton dug up about Mr. Won. Everything else is beyond me.”
I still wasn’t buying it. “Then explain why you looked so evil in the car when we were leaving the school. And why you are so interested in this case.”
“I’m interested because of Anton,” she grumbled, but then scared me by almost shouting her next reply. “And I did not look evil in that car!”
The first rule with Nick was to never cross paths with her when she was angry. But I couldn’t help myself; I needed answers.
“Quit playing innocent, Nick!” I said in an equally loud voice. “Just tell me what is going on so I can get to the bottom of this!”
Nick heaved a heavy sigh and started pacing to calm her nerves down. Finally, she spoke. “Anton’s dad is a part of this…cult. I don’t know what they do, but Anton was helping them for a while. You know, with information and stuff. But I guess he felt uneasy about what he found regarding Mr. Won, so he refused to tell them. Now, they’re holding him hostage.
“I was helping too,” she continued, leaving me no time to process any of this. “I was supposed to make sure you didn’t find out anything; lead you down the wrong course. But then Anton…”
Her voice trailed off, and I finally realized what that other expression was. It now consumed her entire face, and was probably spreading to mine. It was fear.