Drake noticed a rope tied from his ankle to Jamal’s ankle. He yanked on it and Jamal snapped awake.
“Untie me,” Drake repeated.
Jamal crawled over and fiddled with the knot until Drake was free.
“Where are we?” Drake asked.
“Down the highway. You know, up past Ralph’s?”
“What are we doing here?”
“I had to get Brittney out of town,” Jamal said. “I barely got you out of the church before Edilio came.”
Drake remembered the fight with Brianna. It brought a savage grin. “Did you finish that skinny little witch?”
Jamal shrugged. “I shot her.”
“Did you finish her?”
“No, man, I don’t think so.”
Drake stared hard at him. “I told you to do her.”
“Did you?” Jamal licked his lips. “I saw you saying something, but you were, you know, changing and all. It was hard to understand.”
Drake knew he was lying. Jamal had disobeyed him. But did he really want a Jamal tough enough to shoot a helpless person in the face?
No, he needed Jamal to be a little weak. Just a little. Still . . .
Drake snapped his whip and caught Jamal across the back.
Jamal cried out and backpedaled away.
“Don’t disobey me,” Drake said. Then he smiled in what he hoped was a friendly way. “I didn’t cut too deep. Just a little reminder for you.”
“It burns like fire!”
“Yeah, well, man up, Jamal. And get me some water. I’m thirsty.”
“Don’t have any water.”
“Well get some!”
“Where?”
Drake jumped up and looked around. They were near where the road came down from Coates and met the highway. He tried to think if there was anything left at the old school. Had to be some kind of water up there.
Or he could head back into town. Of course they’d be ready for him now. And by the time he got there he might be Brittney Pig again.
Drake felt a surge of frustration. If it was just him, he’d go straight into town and take out anyone who got in his way. He might not be able to take Orc down, but he could wear the stupid, fat drunk out. And Brianna? Bring it on.
With Sam and Caine both away there was no one who could take him on in a fight. But if Brianna was backed by a few of Edilio’s guys with rifles, well, they might be able to get Jamal, and if they got Jamal, they could grab him when the Brittney Pig emerged. Lock him up again. And this time when Sam came back Sam would finish the job.
It had been supernaturally cool putting himself back together after being sliced in three pieces. But he wasn’t sure that would happen if Sam incinerated him, burned him to ashes.
Threw the ashes in the ocean.
That image made Drake very nervous.
He had to find a way to rid himself of the Brittney Pig. Otherwise he’d be dependent on Jamal. But how was he supposed to do that? It was hopeless. For a moment Drake felt despair. He would be trapped like this forever.
But then, faint hope. Maybe there was someone who could help. He felt its touch on his mind. It had never forgotten him.
“Get up. We’re going,” Drake said.
“Where to?” Jamal asked.
“Going to see . . .” He’d been about to say, “a friend.” But friend wasn’t the right term. Not a friend. Much more.
“My master,” Drake said, self-conscious about the word. But when Jamal didn’t laugh, Drake repeated it, more confidently. It felt good. “Going to see my master.”
Sanjit found flowers easily enough. A lot had been picked for eating, but there were still untended gardens behind abandoned houses where it was possible to pick a small rose or a marigold or whatever. He didn’t really know what flowers they were. Some were probably just weeds.
When he had a half dozen he stopped to check in on Bowie, who was being watched by Virtue. Bowie was better today. Maybe a permanent improvement, maybe not. Sanjit never counted his chickens before they’d hatched.
Virtue stared at him and at his flowers. He stared like Sanjit had lost his mind.
“What are those?”
“These?” Sanjit looked in mock surprise at the bouquet. “I think these may be flowers.”
“I know they’re flowers,” Virtue said. “Why are you carrying flowers?”
“I’m bringing them to someone.”
“That girl?”
“Yes, Choo. They are for that girl.”
“You should stay away from her. She’s a very scary girl.”
“Hot, though, don’t you think?”
Virtue stared at him. “Don’t you know there’s a quarantine? Where have you been? No one is supposed to go out.”
“A what?”
“A quarantine. That flu going around. Everyone is supposed to stay inside.”
“I’ve had flu before, big deal,” Sanjit said dismissively.
“Look, if they put on a quarantine they have good reasons. You don’t know these people, I think most of them are crazy. You don’t know what they might do if they catch you out.”
“I’ll be back,” Sanjit said with a jaunty wink. “Unless I get really lucky.”
“Or she shoots you with that big gun of hers.”
“That’s also a possibility,” Sanjit said cheerfully.
He patted Bowie on the head and checked on the others. Then he headed out into the sunlight.
“Untie me,” Drake repeated.
Jamal crawled over and fiddled with the knot until Drake was free.
“Where are we?” Drake asked.
“Down the highway. You know, up past Ralph’s?”
“What are we doing here?”
“I had to get Brittney out of town,” Jamal said. “I barely got you out of the church before Edilio came.”
Drake remembered the fight with Brianna. It brought a savage grin. “Did you finish that skinny little witch?”
Jamal shrugged. “I shot her.”
“Did you finish her?”
“No, man, I don’t think so.”
Drake stared hard at him. “I told you to do her.”
“Did you?” Jamal licked his lips. “I saw you saying something, but you were, you know, changing and all. It was hard to understand.”
Drake knew he was lying. Jamal had disobeyed him. But did he really want a Jamal tough enough to shoot a helpless person in the face?
No, he needed Jamal to be a little weak. Just a little. Still . . .
Drake snapped his whip and caught Jamal across the back.
Jamal cried out and backpedaled away.
“Don’t disobey me,” Drake said. Then he smiled in what he hoped was a friendly way. “I didn’t cut too deep. Just a little reminder for you.”
“It burns like fire!”
“Yeah, well, man up, Jamal. And get me some water. I’m thirsty.”
“Don’t have any water.”
“Well get some!”
“Where?”
Drake jumped up and looked around. They were near where the road came down from Coates and met the highway. He tried to think if there was anything left at the old school. Had to be some kind of water up there.
Or he could head back into town. Of course they’d be ready for him now. And by the time he got there he might be Brittney Pig again.
Drake felt a surge of frustration. If it was just him, he’d go straight into town and take out anyone who got in his way. He might not be able to take Orc down, but he could wear the stupid, fat drunk out. And Brianna? Bring it on.
With Sam and Caine both away there was no one who could take him on in a fight. But if Brianna was backed by a few of Edilio’s guys with rifles, well, they might be able to get Jamal, and if they got Jamal, they could grab him when the Brittney Pig emerged. Lock him up again. And this time when Sam came back Sam would finish the job.
It had been supernaturally cool putting himself back together after being sliced in three pieces. But he wasn’t sure that would happen if Sam incinerated him, burned him to ashes.
Threw the ashes in the ocean.
That image made Drake very nervous.
He had to find a way to rid himself of the Brittney Pig. Otherwise he’d be dependent on Jamal. But how was he supposed to do that? It was hopeless. For a moment Drake felt despair. He would be trapped like this forever.
But then, faint hope. Maybe there was someone who could help. He felt its touch on his mind. It had never forgotten him.
“Get up. We’re going,” Drake said.
“Where to?” Jamal asked.
“Going to see . . .” He’d been about to say, “a friend.” But friend wasn’t the right term. Not a friend. Much more.
“My master,” Drake said, self-conscious about the word. But when Jamal didn’t laugh, Drake repeated it, more confidently. It felt good. “Going to see my master.”
Sanjit found flowers easily enough. A lot had been picked for eating, but there were still untended gardens behind abandoned houses where it was possible to pick a small rose or a marigold or whatever. He didn’t really know what flowers they were. Some were probably just weeds.
When he had a half dozen he stopped to check in on Bowie, who was being watched by Virtue. Bowie was better today. Maybe a permanent improvement, maybe not. Sanjit never counted his chickens before they’d hatched.
Virtue stared at him and at his flowers. He stared like Sanjit had lost his mind.
“What are those?”
“These?” Sanjit looked in mock surprise at the bouquet. “I think these may be flowers.”
“I know they’re flowers,” Virtue said. “Why are you carrying flowers?”
“I’m bringing them to someone.”
“That girl?”
“Yes, Choo. They are for that girl.”
“You should stay away from her. She’s a very scary girl.”
“Hot, though, don’t you think?”
Virtue stared at him. “Don’t you know there’s a quarantine? Where have you been? No one is supposed to go out.”
“A what?”
“A quarantine. That flu going around. Everyone is supposed to stay inside.”
“I’ve had flu before, big deal,” Sanjit said dismissively.
“Look, if they put on a quarantine they have good reasons. You don’t know these people, I think most of them are crazy. You don’t know what they might do if they catch you out.”
“I’ll be back,” Sanjit said with a jaunty wink. “Unless I get really lucky.”
“Or she shoots you with that big gun of hers.”
“That’s also a possibility,” Sanjit said cheerfully.
He patted Bowie on the head and checked on the others. Then he headed out into the sunlight.
