promise.â
It was a cool, windy night. Low clouds coveredthe moon. The streetlight on our curb was out. The front lawn was covered in darkness.
I started walking down the driveway. Was I shivering because of the wind or because I didnât know what Emmy had in mind?
âWh-what are we going to do?â I stammered.
A car rolled past slowly. Rap music blared from inside it. The headlights blinded me for a moment.
âKeep walking,â Emmy ordered. âTo the house on the corner.â
I walked quickly toward the corner. I had the phone in my jacket pocket. I tried to zip the jacket, but the zipper stuck. I gave up after three or four tugs.
A few seconds later, I stood on the sidewalk, gazing up at the corner house. The Howells lived there. My parents knew them. They werenât friends, but sometimes they talked in the front yard.
The front porch light sent out a pale circle of yellow light. The rest of the house was dark.
âWhy are we here?â I asked Emmy. âWhat are we doing?â
âYouâre going to break into the house,â she replied.
âHuh? Excuse me?â My voice came out high and shrill.
âYou heard me, Jack.â
âIâm a kid. Iâm twelve years old,â I protested. âI donât break into houses.â
âSure, you do,â she said. âYouâd do it for
me
, right?â
I studied the house. The garage door was open. No car inside. âLooks like no one is home,â I said.
âSee? It will be easy,â Emmy said. âYouâll be in and out of there in a minute or two. And Iâll be right there with you.â
I laughed. âThatâs a big help. No one can see you.â
Her voice turned angry. âDonât make fun of me, Jack.â
I rolled my eyes. âOkay. You want me to break into the Howellsâ house. And what am I supposed to do in there?â
âFind a clock radio,â she said. âFind a clock radio and steal it.â
âThatâs crazy,â I said.
âNo, it isnât. Iâm getting a signal, Jack. Thereâs a digital clock radio in this house. And someone is trapped inside it. I know Iâm right. You have to go in there and bring out the clock.â
I stared at the dark windows. At the tall chimney, black against the black sky. At the dim light from the porch.
My mind whirred. My stomach churned.
âI ⦠canât do it,â I told her. âIâm sorry. I canât break into someoneâs house. I just canât!â
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I screamed and grabbed my ears as a deafening, high-pitched wail blasted from the cell phone.
A powerful whistle, it grew higher ⦠higher ⦠more shrill.
I pressed my hands over my ears, but I couldnât close out the sound. I shut my eyes against the pain. It felt like my head was about to explode.
I dropped to my knees. My whole body twisted in pain as the shrill whistle rose ⦠rose higher â¦
⦠Then it finally stopped.
I gasped. I was panting hard. My head ached and throbbed.
I just stayed there on my knees on the driveway, waiting for my body to stop shaking, for my head to stop pounding.
I glanced around. Did the neighbors hear the whistle?
No. The houses nearby were dark.
Where was the cell phone? I spotted it on the grass where I must have dropped it. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then I moved to the phone and picked it up.
âHave you learned your lesson, Jack?â Emmyâs voice rose from the little speaker.
âDo I have a choice?â I muttered. My ears were still ringing.
âGo get the clock radio,â she replied.
âOkay, okay.â I tucked the phone back into my jacket pocket. Then I moved up the driveway on shaky legs.
The windows at the side of the house were all dark. There was no one home.
I found a kitchen window half open. I pushed it up all the way. Climbed onto the window ledge.