The Black Heart Crypt

“Hop in!” Zack shouted to Malik.

Malik slid into the backseat with Zipper.

“Where are we going?” he asked as they pulled out of the driveway.

“The clock tower,” said Zack. “Downtown. That’s where they hid the black heart stone.”

“Who?”

Zack didn’t have time to explain the whole dybbuk, soul-in-a-body-that-wasn’t-its-body deal. So he simplified things. “The bad guys.”

“I see. And how do we know the clock tower is where the bad guys stashed their loot?”

“My mother told me.”

“I did?” said Judy from behind the wheel.

“I meant my other mother.”

“Excuse me? Zack?” said Malik, raising his hand.

“Yeah?”

“I thought your birth mother was dead.”

“She is. But, well, she found a way to come back to life just so she could stop by the house and drop me a huge hint.”

“I see. Well, that was very thoughtful of her.”

“Yeah. I think being dead has made her a much better person.”