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ready by Visitors’ Day,” Brenda said.
    â€œOh, she will,” Brooke said with another chuckle. “And she’ll get a huge surprise when she sees who’s in the audience.”
    â€œBy then it’ll be too late,” Betsy said. “For everyone!”
    The Bs all laughed. Their voices echoed off the stone walls of the tower.
    â€œOkay,” Megan whispered to Sam. “We can go. I think I know what’s going on.”
    â€œWhat?” Sam still had no clue.
    â€œThe cure,” Megan told him.
    â€œWhat about it?”
    â€œWell, they —” Megan began, but then she heard the Bs ending the meeting.
    â€œI love being a zombie.” Megan didn’t know if Brenda meant Zom-B , as in popular, or zombie , as in undead. Megan immediately thought about when Zach said that some people may not want to cure zombitus. Could the Bs have stolen the cure to make sure no one got better? What did Brenda mean when she said, “It’ll be too late”?
    Quickly, she wrote her questions down so she could think about them later.
    Megan and Sam sat silently until they were sure the Zom-Bs had left. Then they snuck down the passageway and out into the main hall.
    When they reached the koi pond, Brett was waiting, hands on his hips, snarling.
    â€œAha!” Brett pointed at Megan. “I knew it.” The Bs were with him. It appeared as if they’d been waiting for her.
    â€œKnew what?” Megan pretended that she and Sam were just now crossing to the elevator, comingfrom the … she looked around, but couldn’t think of a good excuse, so she improvised. “We were walking around the castle.” Pause. “What’s going on?”
    â€œYou were in the tower,” Brett accused Megan. His one sharp tooth glinted in the moonlight. “I could smell you.”
    Megan sniffed her arm. “I don’t smell special,” she said.
    â€œLiar!” Brett boomed. “My sense of smell has gotten better since I started transforming. You smell like the ocean in Dana Point.”
    Whew . That wasn’t so bad. Megan was worried her deodorant wasn’t working or her breath reeked.
    â€œYou were there.” He poked his finger at Megan and Sam. “Spies!”
    Megan hadn’t heard Brett at the meeting and now she understood why. Whatever was going on, the Zom-Bs felt that it was important enough to put Brett on guard duty.
    â€œOh, come on, Brett,” Sam said, putting his arm around Megan’s shoulder. He gave Megan a little squeeze. “We weren’t spying. We’re on a date. Everyone knows how much I like Megan. I’m lucky sheagreed to hang out with me tonight.” Sam pulled Megan closer. “I wanted to show her the full moon.” He grinned. “It’s so bright tonight.”
    A zombie’s body temperature was normally cooler than a regular person’s. Yet as she leaned into Sam, Megan was sure her temperature spiked a couple thousand degrees. She worried that if she got any hotter, her hair would set itself on fire.
    Brett looked at Megan for a long time, as if he was remembering something. But the glimmer in his eyes disappeared as fast as it came.
    â€œI don’t believe you,” he told Sam.
    That hurt. Why wouldn’t he believe Megan was on a date with Sam? It could happen, couldn’t it?
    â€œUhhhh-uhhhh,” Brett groaned and then he leaped forward. “Spies! Get them!” he yelled.
    Sam and Megan took off running, with the Ghouls close behind. But they were easy to ditch. Betsy refused to get messy, so she never actually ran after them at all. Brenda was so out of shape she walked more than she ran. Plus, shuffling straight legged in high heels slowed her down. Brooke, it turned out, had asthma. She ended up bent over, leaning on her knees, using an inhaler, and breathing heavily while Sam and Megan got away.
    Brett was the only one still chasing them. Megan wondered