“Oh, yeah. Me to the rescue!” With a self-conscious laugh, Maxzyne pulls the scarf from her head and face. “Okay, getting to the window from here . . . it’s that way, right?” She points across the huge expanse of sales floor, nudging Elise.
“Wait! Someone’s coming,” Elise whispers.
They both freeze. Afraid to breathe out, they listen as footsteps cross the marble floor, reach the plush carpeting near their hiding place, and grow silent.
“We’re going to find ’em, Mr. Tracy.”
Oh, no! Jameson! With thumping hearts, the two girls listen as the trapdoor opens and shuts.
“I swear, I can smell ’em, boss.”
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