Chapter 75 The Broadcast

• The church basement reeked of mildew and mothballs, the pirate radio equipment humming like a dying insect. I knelt on the cold stone floor, the ledger splayed open beside me, its pages glowing in the flicker of a single bulb.
• Lily sat cross-legged in the corner, sorting through a box of old choir robes. She’d found a tattered teddy bear among the moth-eaten fabric, its one eye dangling by a thread.
• “His name’s Mr. Buttons,” she announced, pressing it to her ear as if listening to secrets. “He says the bad people can’t find us here.”