"Hello?" someone asked on the phone. It was Sarah. Her voice was unmistakable.
"Sarah?" Jon asked.
"Who is this?"
"Jon Gib ... uh ... I mean McMillan."
"What do you want?" Sarah asked. She sounded ticked off.
"I need to know. Do you have the wishing stone?"
"How do you know about that?" she demanded.
"It doesn't matter. I need to use it to ..."
"No way. I wouldn't let someone I don't trust use it. Especially a jerk like you."
"Sarah, listen to me."
"Don't call here again," she said, then hung up.
"That little bitch," Jon muttered. He'd have to go get it himself.
