#Chapter9

With clothes of green,

And bark of a dog,

Search me for the goods,

I sleep like a log.

The riddle had been playing on her mind ever since she received the text. Now, as she sat on her bed, beneath the blanket with her phone in hand, she knew what the riddle was. A tree. It had to be a tree. But what she didn't understand is what he meant by it? So her clue is on a tree? But what tree? There's about millions of them out there, was she suppose to search each and every single one of them?

The idea frustrated her and to be...