when we finally reached our cove , the leaders tethered the houseboats to the shore . after dinner we had some free time to swim and play cards before our evening meeting . paul was leading worship for the week , along with a group of students who had volunteered to sing . a girl from burbank high , carletta , was tagging along . as i watched the group walk together toward the edge of the rocky beach to set up , i noticed an exchange of body language between carletta and paul

holding the brightly colored spiral notebook , she picked at the half-peeled $ 3.99 ross price tag on the back . '' it 's all in here , your name , your description , your words to her . but when you read all that , i have to be sure this book is protected . it 's all i have to prove my case . '' '' then maybe you do n't have much of a case

'' wait ! '' sara knew she sounded panic-stricken . '' there 's a backpack in the truck , i ca n't leave it . i ca n't . '' falcon 's diary was in the wooden box . she carried it everywhere with her . she was not about to leave it . shea hesitated as if she might argue , but obligingly rummaged around in the wreckage until she triumphantly came up with the backpack

my mind was racing , trying to untangle the mess ; the time line that did n't make any sense to me what so ever . '' were you both dressed in some kind of costume or something ? '' that had to be it , one of those pictures you get done at a fair where they make you look like you 're from the eighteen hundreds . '' no , we were n't in
costume