Kapitel 25: Chapter 25: I Don't Stay Within the Lines

I stared at the white sheet, then up at Xander. “Excuse me?”

“I have an idea. Humor me. Draw.”

“Draw what?” I asked, not really up for playing a hunch. Weren’t they about to pump gas into this room?

“Draw the location of the next Piece,” he said slowly, as if a single wrong word might cause me to spontaneously combust.

His fear became metaphorically true as I blew up at him. “I don’t know where it is!”

“Yes, you do. It’s in there. You just need to get it out. Draw.”

He reached across the table and pushed the paper closer to me. This was ridiculous, what did he expect me to draw? Not for the last time, I wished I had just gotten a ride home with Gary that day after practice. Then maybe I could be at home pining after Zoe without knowing that she was dead instead of sitting in a gas chamber staring at a blank piece of...

I saw something.