For some reason, they were all closed. Traffic had dwindled
down to nothing. The street-lights had come on early, revealing a
deserted town.
"We'd better hurry," Ritchie said. "Is the door open?"
"I think so," Tom replied, reaching for the door again.
"Wait," Julia said. "That's what I wanted to say. Something is wrong."
"What?" they asked.
"I don't know."
They stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out if she was being
serious. "Did you see something?" Uncle Justin asked, wondering if
there was some danger that he had missed.
"No, that's just it. There's something wrong here. And it's more than
this conspiracy."
"That may be," Ritchie began, "but right now we have to see what
they're up to and where Kurt is. Try the door, Tom."
"But --" Julia began.
Tom pulled at the door, which swung silently open. The lights were on,
but the lobby was deserted. A large sign rested on an easel announced
the films of the evening. Tom walked up to it and gave it a kick,
toppling the stand and sending the sign into the corner.
"That's theater property," said the Director, somehow stepping out from
behind the concession counter.
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