#Chapter11

I tapped my finger on my arm, impatiently, as we stood in our positions to catch Johnny Stan at the infamous Liberty Bell. The air above looked as if the sky was going to burst open at any moment as thunder rocked some distance away, but was still heard where we stood. Tourists continued to walk in, most leaving because of the brewing storm. I had eyes right at the front side of the bell. Across the way, Gregory stood there waiting, watching over me, too.

Johnny appeared, hoodie over his head, again looking around suspiciously. It seemed with every step he took, the thunder grew closer and closer...