[Sorry about the delay. My best friend slept over on Friday and stayed most of Saturday. Then I spent Sunday at my other best friend's house and Monday I went grocery shopping with my mom.

Disclaimer: I have quotes from the book "Holes" by Louis Sachar in this chapter. It is not mine! Please don't sue me!]

Summer sat outside the tent, tilting the small black book so it caught the moonlight.

"Sam was shot and killed in the water." She flipped a few pages over.

"Kate Barlow died laughing." Summer sighed. This was pointless. She had found that Kate Barlow and Sam had died on the lake, but she didn't know where. She looked back at her copied map. A brown dot and a golden dot were on the page. She traced her fingers over them. What were they?

"The boat and the old treasure."

Summer jumped. Emily and Peter were sitting behind her, looking at the map. "What?" Summer gasped.

Emily smiled. "That's what the dots are. The boat and the old treasure." She took the map and laid down on her stomach in front of Summer.

Peter got closer to Summer. "What did you find in the book?"

She showed him the two pages that she had found. "I think that these pages are clues, but I just can't figure it out." He studied the pages.

"Summer, where did Sam die?"

She shrugged. "I guess in his boat."

"And where did Kate Barlow die?"

"Next to the boat."

"Then wouldn't it be considered a casket if both of them died there?"

Summer laughed and hugged Peter. "Peter, you're a genius! The boat is the casket!"

Emily spoke up. "There's only one problem. A straight line from the casket in what direction and how far."

Summer slumped back down. "You're right. We're not any closer."

Emily started tracing her fingers over the dots on the page. She stopped and gasped. "Summer, give me a pencil." She drew a straight line that went from the old treasure to the boat and then she drew two more that came up from the two dots and formed a triangle. "I got it!" She drew a big circle at the right angle of the triangle. "The treasure is right here!" Summer and Peter crowded to see.

"Em, you're a genius too! You found it!"

Emily yawned. "Well, this genius wants to sleep. Goodnight." She got up and went to her cot.

Summer leaned against her arms and stared out at the moonlight. "Look at all those stars, Peter. You can't see those in the city. Now I know what I'm missing."

"I'm missing something too, but it's not stars. It's something that I've wanted for a long time." He turned to her and placed his hand on hers. She looked down at her hand and then up at Peter. Their lips met for a split second before Summer pulled away. She got up and went to her cot, pulling the covers over her head.

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Waking up the next morning was not fun. It was 9:00 and already the weather was scorching. Stanley took over driving again so I got to sit next to a window. I folded up a piece of paper and used it as a fan.

"As hot as it is, it's even hotter when you're 8 months pregnant," I wheezed.

Stanley reached over and grasped my hand. "Don't worry, Deyna. We're almost there." And indeed, he was right. The complex was a tiny dot on the horizon. Okay, so we did still have a ways to go, but at least we could see it now.

We finally arrived at the compound and got off the van.

"There's no one here," ZigZag said, as he looked into Lynn's office.

I felt pains in my stomach so I grabbed Stanley's shoulder. "Stanley, maybe I should sit down."

He took my arms. "Are you alright?"

The pains left. "Yes, I'm fine. Let's find the children."