said. "Don't take them out of the case."

"That won't be a problem," I said, rubbing my wrist.

I've got to be honest. I like scary movies. In fact, I like all of my dad's movies. But these two grinning dummies were creeping me out. I was seriously glad they were locked in that case.

"How is the drone coming along?" Dad asked Jamal.

"Good," Jamal said. "The frame is almost built. We should be able to put on the propellers by the end of the weekend."

"Awesome," Dad said. "You'll need me to load the propane from the big tank into the drone."

"Maybe next weekend," Jamal said.

"That's excellent," Dad said. "I can't wait to fly it over the neighbors' houses and scare them to death." He laughed.

"You sure like to scare people,a hurry," I said.

He raised his eyes to me. "I don't see your names on the list."

"I know," I said, feeling panic rise up in my chest. "He isn't expecting us. But I told you, he's our dad."

He stared at me through the thick eyeglasses. "I can't really let anyone in unless their name is on the list."

That's when I lost it. "I'm his son!" I screamed. "I need to see my dad!"

Our driver ducked his head. I think my shout startled him.

The parking guard checked his clipboard again. He picked up a phone. "I'll try to reach him." He squinted at me. "What is your name again?"

I gritted my teeth. "Luke Harrison."

He pushed some numbers on his phone and listened. Then he poked his head out of