The Midnight Gang [RECOMMENDED]

This was the hour of the Midnight Gang.

Mr. Pemberton closed his eyes. For the first time in years, he smiled. The Midnight Gang

That night, their target was Mr. Pemberton, a gruff old man in the geriatric wing who had no visitors, no family, and no reason to smile. He lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, until Tom, Molly, Raj, and Leo rolled in a rickety tea trolley they had “borrowed” from the second-floor pantry. This was the hour of the Midnight Gang

Their leader was a wiry, sharp-eyed boy named Tom, who had been a resident of the third-floor long-term ward for eleven months—long enough to know which floorboards groaned and which door locks were broken. His lieutenants were Molly, a girl with a cloud of frizzy hair and a plaster cast on her left leg, and Raj, a quiet, watchful boy who hadn’t spoken a word since his operation, but who could pick any lock in the building with a bent paperclip and a calm focus. For the first time in years, he smiled