GHOST RIDER: MY BIKER MAFIA STEP BROTHER
And suddenly I remembered every mystery novel I'd ever read, every movie I'd ever seen, and an idea struck me.
Hidden passages.
Old mansions always had hidden passages, right? It might have sounded ridiculous, but this might've been my best and only bet.
I rushed forward to the nearest shelf and started pulling books off, throwing them onto the floor all willy-nilly, looking for anything unusual.
But there was nothing.
“Ugh, c'mon. I need a miracle, and I need it now.”
I tried another shelf, then another. The books on the floor continued piling up, and the dust from the books almost killed me.