Psychie
Princess Psychie
Athos takes a sip of his water as everyone starts to pepper him with questions. "First, I don't know much. What I do have is this," he pulls out of his pocket a small card and hands it over to show everyone. On it is the name Heather Riggs over a watermark of a pyramid, an address in upstate New York, and a date; tomorrow's date, to be precise. "I did some checking, and that address is to the Hill Academy, a private school two hours north of here. I got the info from a . . . friend of my father, one that I trust completely, even if I am frequently frustrated by Zeus' tendency to make me rely upon my own resources to find out any details of problems he want dealt with on my own."
He lets out a frustrated sigh. "What I do have is a bunch of missing kids and a scrap of a lead, and hopefully we'll be able to find out what the hell is going on before any of these youngsters are killed. Or worse."
He lets out a frustrated sigh. "What I do have is a bunch of missing kids and a scrap of a lead, and hopefully we'll be able to find out what the hell is going on before any of these youngsters are killed. Or worse."