Chapter 25
Nathan clutched the box of oversized matches he’d pilfered from the kitchen as he skirted around the edges of the carnival. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself, for when it came time to confront the police, he’d deny everything. The small red bag with the gold string was tucked safely into his back pocket. He prayed it would do all that Esme said it would.
It was difficult to find something that wasn’t really there. Nathan had only seen the invisible caravan once and even then it had only been for a minute or two. Nevertheless, he suspected it would be parked somewhere out of the way, far from the lights of the carnival, though close enough to monitor the goings on.