She was on her way.

“I don’t think she’ll be too angry,” Margot said. “I’m practically a hero.”

She folded her hands in her lap. She was going to milk this moment. These creepy men couldn’t take that away from her.

“I thought he might be no good when I got my ticket because he was half asleep when he answered the door. And he was wearing pajamas of all things. When he wished me good luck, I could tell he didn’t think much of me. I could tell he didn’t think I’d solve his maze. I wanted to ask him why he thinks nobody ever had? I wanted to tell him my mom told me there was nothing to solve. But I was scared I might jinx myself if I said anything like that. You know what I mean? I thanked him coldly and walked across the porch to a small dirt path that takes you to the entrance. The entrance was amaaaaaazing.”

Another officer leaned toward her, half in the light now. Margot had thought he was a filing cabinet the whole time.

“We…know…what…The…Hedges…look…like.”

Margot scrunched up her face and looked around the room.

“Oh, really now? Then maybe you also know how it ends?”

She folded her arms and kept her lips closed tight.

“Please,” the nearest officer said. “Tell…us…how…it…ends.”

Margot thought about it. Or pretended to anyway, because there was no way she wasn’t going to tell how it ended. That was the best part. Her part.