Dev ducked under the overhang into what was practically a small cave beneath the hill, trying desperately not to breathe loudly enough to draw the attention of his pursuers. Rust-stained moss covered the old rock around him, and footsteps echoed down from the hilltop maybe twenty feet above.

"I swear Devon was right over here," Mr. Mackal said, his voice distorted slightly by the rock around Dev. "This was his search sector, and you only showed up a minute or two . . .

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