TITLE: Sketch McGee
GENRE: YA Superhero
I held my breath and dove into the crawl space just before a flashlight beam swept across the wall.
The echo of police boots trailed away. After a thirty count to make sure they’d left, I exhaled, tried not to throw up, and checked for the gem in my pocket.
Still there. Good.
I wiggled out of the crack and glanced back at the glass case that held the Queen’s Ruby just moments before. With only a few seconds before an entire team of forensic specialists showed up to comb the place for evidence, I needed to get out of there—somehow.
Frantically, I surveyed the room and decided on an exit strategy. Above me, a high ceiling with oversized metal pipe beams crisscrossed in a design more fashion than function. They housed a huge octagon shaped skylight with several smaller windows chained together.
That’s what I saw in my drawing.
I snatched the grappling hook off my black patent leather belt and shot it towards the ceiling next to the skylight. Missing the beams entirely, the hook smashed to the floor. The loud clank against the tile reverberated down the hall, probably alerting everyone to my whereabouts.
I pushed the retract button and prayed for it to work. The hook snaked back and nicked my black nail polish. Damn, those nails cost me seventeen bucks at the Fluff and Buff.
I shot the hook once more, and the rope wrapped around a beam three times. After a quick tug to make sure it held tight—you never knew with the smackin’ things—I grabbed the end with both hands and fluttered up to the ceiling.