The thought of sitting in a huge, desolate, and possibly dangerous forest for hours on end with just Avi Shine for company was worse than the idea of confronting the criminals
“We’re in the wrong forest,” Avi repeated, staring at Elchanan. It sounded like he was trying to wrap his mind around it.
The wrong forest. Elchanan’s mind clicked rapidly. So that was why the trail was so hard to follow. That was why they hadn’t seen any sign of the guides, that was why the path was narrow, steep, rocky, and didn’t look anything like the path on the map they were given.
Then the ramifications hit: If they were in the wrong place, then their classmates were deep in another forest across the highway, and they were following a trail that might lead nowhere — and certainly wouldn’t have a barbeque at the end of it.
His stomach clenched, and he wheeled around in the direction they’d come from. “Let’s get out of here.”
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