A mange-eaten coyote with a scarred muzzle that gave him a sinister grin stepped into the circle of light. Howard almost fell down when he realized it was this coyote who spoke.
“Give us female.”
“No,” Drake said, recovering quickly from the shock. “She’s mine. I need her to heal my arm. She has the power and I want my arm back.”
“You are nothing,” the coyote snarled.
“I’m the kid with the gun,” Drake said.
The two of them, two of a kind, it seemed to Howard, stared holes in each other.
“What do you want with her?” Drake demanded.
“Darkness say: bring female.”
“Darkness? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Give us female,” Pack Leader said, returning to his single-minded point. “Or we kill all.”
“I’ll kill plenty of you.”
“You die,” Pack Leader said stubbornly.
Howard felt it was time to speak up. “Guys. Guys. We have a standoff here. So why don’t we see if we can figure out an arrangement?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Okay, look, Drake, you said something about the female healing your arm?”
“She has the power. I want my arm back.”
“And Mr., um…coyote…you’re supposed to take her to some other dog called Darkness?”
Pack Leader eyed Howard in a way that suggested he was considering how to butcher and eat him.
“Okay,” Howard said shakily. “I think we can work a deal.”
THIRTY-EIGHT
74 HOURS, 10 MINUTES
“ASTRID,” EDILIO SAID. “I’m so sorry about your house.”
Astrid squeezed Edilio’s hand. “Yeah. I have to admit, it was hard for me to see.”
“You could stay over at the firehouse with me and Sam and Quinn,” Edilio offered.
“It’s okay. Petey and I are going to room with Mother Mary and Brother John for a while. They’re hardly ever home. And when they are, well, you know, it’s good to have people around.”
The three of them, Edilio, Astrid, and Little Pete, were in the office that had once belonged to the mayor of Perdido Beach and most recently had been occupied by Caine Soren. Sam had resisted the idea of taking the office, feeling it made him seem self-important. But Astrid had argued that symbols were important and kids wanted to think that someone was in charge.
She settled Little Pete into a chair and handed him a Baggie full of Rice Chex. Little Pete liked to eat them plain, no milk.
“Where’s Sam?” Astrid asked. “And why are we here?”
Edilio looked uncomfortable. “We have something to show you.”
Sam opened the door. He did not smile at Astrid. He looked warily at Little Pete. He said hello, then, “Astrid, there’s something you need to see. And I’m thinking Little Pete shouldn’t see.”
“I don’t understand.”
Sam flopped into the chair last occupied by Caine. Astrid was struck by how alike the two boys looked superficially. And by how different a reaction she had to their similar features. Where Caine hid his arrogance and cruelty beneath a smooth, controlled surface, Sam let his emotions play out on his face. Right now he was sad and weary and concerned.
“I wonder if L. P. could sit with Edilio in the other room.”
“That sounds ominous,” Astrid said. The expression on Sam’s face did not contradict her.
She managed to get Little Pete to move, though not without a struggle. Edilio stayed with him.
Sam had a DVD in his hand. He said, “Yesterday I sent Edilio to the power plant to get two things. First, a cache of automatic weapons from the guardhouse.”
“Machine guns?”
“Yeah. Not just for us to have, but to make sure the other side doesn’t get them.”
“Now we have an arms race,” Astrid said.
Her tone seemed to irritate Sam. “You want me to leave them for Caine?”
“I wasn’t criticizing, just…you know. Ninth graders with machine guns: it’s hard to make that a happy story.”
Sam relented. He even grinned. “Yeah. The phrase ‘ninth graders with machine guns’ isn’t exactly followed by ‘have a nice day.’”
“No wonder you looked so grim.” As soon as she said it, she knew she was wrong. He had something else to tell her. Something worse. The DVD.
“I’ve been wondering, like you, why the FAYZ seems to be centered on the power plant. Ten miles in every direction. Why? So Edilio went through some of the security video at the plant.”
Astrid stood up so suddenly, she surprised herself. “I really shouldn’t leave Petey alone.”
“You know what this DVD will show, don’t you?” It wasn’t a question. “You guessed it that first night. I remember, we were looking at the video map. You put your arm around Little Pete and you gave me a very weird look. At the time, I didn’t know what to make of that look.”
“I didn’t know you then,” Astrid said. “I didn’t know if I could trust you.”
Sam slid the DVD into the player and switched on the TV. “The sound quality is pretty bad.”
Astrid saw the control room of the power plant from a high vantage point with a wide angle.
The camera showed the control room. Five adults, three men and two women. One of them was Astrid’s father. The image brought a lump to her throat. There he was, her father, rocking in his chair, joking with the woman at the next station, leaning forward to fill out some paperwork.
“Give us female.”
“No,” Drake said, recovering quickly from the shock. “She’s mine. I need her to heal my arm. She has the power and I want my arm back.”
“You are nothing,” the coyote snarled.
“I’m the kid with the gun,” Drake said.
The two of them, two of a kind, it seemed to Howard, stared holes in each other.
“What do you want with her?” Drake demanded.
“Darkness say: bring female.”
“Darkness? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Give us female,” Pack Leader said, returning to his single-minded point. “Or we kill all.”
“I’ll kill plenty of you.”
“You die,” Pack Leader said stubbornly.
Howard felt it was time to speak up. “Guys. Guys. We have a standoff here. So why don’t we see if we can figure out an arrangement?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Okay, look, Drake, you said something about the female healing your arm?”
“She has the power. I want my arm back.”
“And Mr., um…coyote…you’re supposed to take her to some other dog called Darkness?”
Pack Leader eyed Howard in a way that suggested he was considering how to butcher and eat him.
“Okay,” Howard said shakily. “I think we can work a deal.”
THIRTY-EIGHT
74 HOURS, 10 MINUTES
“ASTRID,” EDILIO SAID. “I’m so sorry about your house.”
Astrid squeezed Edilio’s hand. “Yeah. I have to admit, it was hard for me to see.”
“You could stay over at the firehouse with me and Sam and Quinn,” Edilio offered.
“It’s okay. Petey and I are going to room with Mother Mary and Brother John for a while. They’re hardly ever home. And when they are, well, you know, it’s good to have people around.”
The three of them, Edilio, Astrid, and Little Pete, were in the office that had once belonged to the mayor of Perdido Beach and most recently had been occupied by Caine Soren. Sam had resisted the idea of taking the office, feeling it made him seem self-important. But Astrid had argued that symbols were important and kids wanted to think that someone was in charge.
She settled Little Pete into a chair and handed him a Baggie full of Rice Chex. Little Pete liked to eat them plain, no milk.
“Where’s Sam?” Astrid asked. “And why are we here?”
Edilio looked uncomfortable. “We have something to show you.”
Sam opened the door. He did not smile at Astrid. He looked warily at Little Pete. He said hello, then, “Astrid, there’s something you need to see. And I’m thinking Little Pete shouldn’t see.”
“I don’t understand.”
Sam flopped into the chair last occupied by Caine. Astrid was struck by how alike the two boys looked superficially. And by how different a reaction she had to their similar features. Where Caine hid his arrogance and cruelty beneath a smooth, controlled surface, Sam let his emotions play out on his face. Right now he was sad and weary and concerned.
“I wonder if L. P. could sit with Edilio in the other room.”
“That sounds ominous,” Astrid said. The expression on Sam’s face did not contradict her.
She managed to get Little Pete to move, though not without a struggle. Edilio stayed with him.
Sam had a DVD in his hand. He said, “Yesterday I sent Edilio to the power plant to get two things. First, a cache of automatic weapons from the guardhouse.”
“Machine guns?”
“Yeah. Not just for us to have, but to make sure the other side doesn’t get them.”
“Now we have an arms race,” Astrid said.
Her tone seemed to irritate Sam. “You want me to leave them for Caine?”
“I wasn’t criticizing, just…you know. Ninth graders with machine guns: it’s hard to make that a happy story.”
Sam relented. He even grinned. “Yeah. The phrase ‘ninth graders with machine guns’ isn’t exactly followed by ‘have a nice day.’”
“No wonder you looked so grim.” As soon as she said it, she knew she was wrong. He had something else to tell her. Something worse. The DVD.
“I’ve been wondering, like you, why the FAYZ seems to be centered on the power plant. Ten miles in every direction. Why? So Edilio went through some of the security video at the plant.”
Astrid stood up so suddenly, she surprised herself. “I really shouldn’t leave Petey alone.”
“You know what this DVD will show, don’t you?” It wasn’t a question. “You guessed it that first night. I remember, we were looking at the video map. You put your arm around Little Pete and you gave me a very weird look. At the time, I didn’t know what to make of that look.”
“I didn’t know you then,” Astrid said. “I didn’t know if I could trust you.”
Sam slid the DVD into the player and switched on the TV. “The sound quality is pretty bad.”
Astrid saw the control room of the power plant from a high vantage point with a wide angle.
The camera showed the control room. Five adults, three men and two women. One of them was Astrid’s father. The image brought a lump to her throat. There he was, her father, rocking in his chair, joking with the woman at the next station, leaning forward to fill out some paperwork.
