Chapter Twenty-Five
~ Glen Thornton ~
That was a close call. I climb higher up a tree and stay hidden behind the thick boughs of the evergreen. I’m downwind of the dogs, and they don’t detect me and give away my position.
It’s a good thing I decided to hide and observe Wonderman and his wife before breaking into their house. I had a feeling I was being tracked, especially after I bought the GPS navigator watch after I hopped off the train in Sacramento. I then stowed away in the back of a camper making its way up the pass. They actually drove past my position, but fortunately stopped for gas and food, allowing me to slip away.
I’ll wait until the police finish searching the house. It looks like they are arresting Wonderman, and I bet it has something to do with me. After they leave, I’m guessing the wife will drive down the hill and call a lawyer, giving me a chance to get my dogs.
I’m not sure where I’ll go after that, but I hope they have food in the house. Maybe they won’t be back for a while, and I can hide out until Christmas.
This place isn’t too far from my parents’ vacation home, and right now, there’s only a caretaker around. I should head over there to get my mom’s jewels. I’ll need money if I’m going to see the world.
Too bad Wonderman got arrested. He looks like a pretty cool guy. I mean, he’s a redhead like me and so is his wife. My dogs like them, so that means they’re good people, and they don’t have any other kids.
I don’t get along with other children. They hate me and I hate them. If they can promise not to send me to school and not let my father know where I am, I can use this cabin as my winter hideout.
I fully plan on wandering around, though. One thing the military school taught me is survival skills and orientation.
I wait until the police leave. Mrs. Wonderman leaves shortly afterwards. She drives very slowly, like an old lady. I wait another fifteen minutes in case she comes back for anything, and then I shimmy down the tree.
There’s one thing I have to do for them, though. I can’t stand to see the star on their Christmas tree sitting at an angle in the middle of the tree.
That’s not where the shining star is supposed to go.
I backtrack to their tree, making sure no one sees me.
Won’t they be surprised that their wish for a little elf comes true?
