로그인The Hunter I sat in a parked car with the engine off and counted twelve sets of tail lights.They were lined up along the drive behind the iron gates of the Governors’ estate, long black cars with the lamps of the drive shining on their roofs. Twelve cars. Twelve drivers in dark caps. Men in house coats carried cases down the steps and put them in the boots, one car at a time, and nobody hurried.I was across the road, under the trees, with my seat pushed back and a blanket over my knees. I had been there since four. It was dusk now, and the cold was coming up through the floor.Two guards stood at the gate. A third walked the inside of the wall every twenty minutes. I had timed him on my watch. He was late once and then early, which told me he was bored.A driver near the gate laughed and said something to another one about an early start and a school full of brats. Then the other driver told him to shut up, and he did. I wrote down “school” in my notebook and put a line under it.W
ElianoMy father stood between the two chairs in the gatehouse.The porter had taken his cap off the hook and gone out the moment he saw us. The room was small. It had a desk, a board of keys, a kettle on a ring, and two hard wooden chairs that nobody had ever cared about. Through the window I could see the black car at the gate with its engine running and the driver looking straight ahead.From here, nobody in the Pentagon could see us. That was why I had brought him in.“You came back,” I said.“I was asked to.” He took off his gloves one finger at a time and laid them on the desk. “The people I sit with are tired of this noise.”“It isn’t noise. It’s just two hundred students.”“It’s two hundred students who will be back in class by Thursday.” He said it calmly, in the same voice he used to order wine at dinner. “The vigil will be over. It will be handled quietly, and nobody will be hurt, if nobody is stupid.”I kept my hands behind my back, the way he had taught me when I was six.
ElviraA hatch slid open at the bottom of the iron door, and a tray came through it with no face behind it.I saw a dark sleeve and the edge of a glove. The tray scraped across the stones to my feet. On it were half a loaf of bread and a tin cup of water. Then the hatch slid shut, and a bolt dropped on the other side.“Don’t call out to it,” the old woman said. “They won’tanswer. They never have.”She sat against the cold wall with her chain slack across her lap. Her eyes caught the lamp and showed a little red. They went dark again when she looked at me.“Once a day,” she said. “Through a hatch I’ve never seen open. I only hear it.”I broke the bread in two and held out the larger half. She took it. Her fingers were cold and dry. She ate slowly, and in the quiet I could hear her three slow heartbeats.I had slept a little at a time since Monday. My mouth tasted of dust. Last night the heavy door had opened, and two people had stood over me in the lamplight for a long while. I had kep
GideonA hundred candles burned in the Pentagon at midnight, and every flame leaned the same way when the wind came across the stones.I stood at the front of the line with my hands open at my sides. I had kept them open since Monday. It was the only job I had given myself, and it was harder than any fight I had ever been in.Lyssa walked the rows with her rota sheet and a pencil behind her ear. She crossed off the names of students who had stood for four hours and sent them to the dining hall for bread and tea. She did it fast and loud; nobody argued with her. The sheet held more than two hundred signatures now. Xavier’s post on the east side had been empty since eleven, and he hadn’t come back. I noticed that, and I noted the particular number of the days in my head.Mrs. Pruitt came through the east arch with eight guards behind her. Her boots were loud on the stones.“This ground closes at midnight,” she said. “Every student goes back to the dormitories. Now.”Nobody moved. A firs
XavierThe night lamp in the clinic had been turned down so low that it gave only a small dot of light.It was eleven o’clock at night. I had come in through the laundry side door, because Pruitt’s patrol was on the yard and the front door had a guard. The corridor was dark, and the air was full of soap. The night nurse’s shoes were going slowly up and down the far ward. I counted her steps as I walked. Forty to the end of the hall, forty back. It gave me about two minutes.Susan’s bed was the last one by the window. She was awake. She lay propped on three pillows with a blanket to her chin and a bandage around her throat. Her eyes were open and watching the door. When she saw me, she lifted one hand off the blanket and moved it twice, which meant come here.I sat in the chair beside her and kept my voice low.“The others sent me,” I said. “Eliano, Gideon, and Rafael want you to think about anything you know. Like anyone she might have talked to. Anything about where she could be.”Su
ElviraA match struck in the dark corner, and a face appeared. It was older than any face I had ever seen.I stood very still with the water jug in both hands. The flame was small and yellow. It lit a pair of hands first, with dry skin that looked creased and folded. Then the flame lit a candle stub on the floor, and the candle lit the rest of the space.She was sitting against the wall with her legs drawn up under a long dark dress. Her hair was white and hung all the way to her waist, uncombed and very fine. Her face was narrow, with deep lines running from her nose to her mouth. She was the smallest grown person I had ever seen. On her left ankle, below the hem of the dress, was an iron cuff. A short chain ran from the cuff to a ring set in the floor.Then she looked up at me, and her eyes caught the flame.Her eyes were red. They weren’t brown eyes with a trick of the light on them. They were a deep, clear red, with the reflection of the candle burning in each one. I took a step b







