ANMELDENI have never run so fast in my life, not even in the old world, not even when something with teeth was behind me. The slope fell away under my boots in great dark leaps. Wet grass whipped at my knees. I could hear Dad panting at my shoulder and Frank's heavy tread ahead, and over everything, thin and bright from the kitchen window, Rina's voice, still singing about her lonely shepherd. She hadn't noticed. She had no idea.*I left her. I left her alone in that house with a kettle and a stove, because I wanted to play at being clever.* Guilt went through me like a blade. I ran harder.The first car stopped in the yard with a spray of gravel. The second slid in beside it, and four doors opened at once, and I saw the shapes come out of the darkness, big men in dark coats with their collars turned up. Two carried iron bars. One held a flashlight that jittered across the porch boards. They went up the steps in a quiet, practiced rush, and the first of them reached for the doorknob.The door
I laughed. It was the strangest thing I have ever done. The sound came out of me bright and shaky and a little embarrassed, the laugh of a girl who has just been caught in something silly, and I put my hand over my mouth and shook my head. "Rina," I said. "Oh my God. That woman. She told you?"Daniel's smile flickered. It was a tiny thing, a hairline crack, but I saw it, because I'd been staring at his face for two years. "Told me what?""About the money. The retirement thing." I let my cheeks go pink. "Dad swore her to secrecy. He's so proud, he didn't want anyone to know he was putting in his own savings. And of course she tells the first person who walks through the door." I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to kill her.""Don't be mad at her," Daniel said slowly. "She's a sweet old lady.""I know. She's the worst." I laughed again, and wiped my eyes, and gave his arm a playful shove, and in my ear Frank said very softly, "Good girl. Keep it light."For a long, long moment Daniel studied
The old rail yard looked like the skeleton of something that had died a hundred years ago. Rust-red boxcars sat in long, silent rows on tracks overgrown with weeds, and the setting sun poured through their broken slats in bars of dusty gold. A single signal lamp stood at the far end, dark and bent, like a man with his head bowed. I walked down the middle of the gravel with my hands in my pockets, listening to my own footsteps, and tried to forget the thin wire taped under my collar."Eyes on you," Frank's voice murmured in my ear, so low I almost missed it. "Van's behind the third boxcar. Two men on the roofs. If you say the word *blue*, we come in."I didn't answer. I only touched my ear once, as though brushing back my hair. Then I stopped beside a flatcar loaded with rotting timber and waited, and I thought about Dad crouched in the van with his bat across his knees, and how hard it had been to make him stay there.At two minutes past six, Daniel came limping out from between two b
I didn't say anything until we were inside. Rina had lit the old iron stove, and the farmhouse kitchen glowed warm and orange against the dark, smelling of woodsmoke and burnt toast. She pressed a mug of tea into my hands without a word and busied herself with the kettle, and I sat down at the long scarred table and stared into the steam while Dad took off his coat."Tell me," he said quietly."She kept the call open. Lily did. Daniel heard everything I said down at the spring."He sat down heavily across from me. In the lamplight his face looked suddenly very tired, every line cut deep. "Everything?""Everything." I wrapped both hands around the mug. "I told her the place wasn't ready. I told her it wasn't safe, that he'd follow her here. And I said I'd come and get her when it was time." My voice cracked on the last word. "When it was time. What kind of thing is that to say? What time? Time for what?""Slow down, kiddo.""He's not stupid, Dad. He's going to lie awake tonight turning
Her fingers were so small on my sleeve. That was the thing I couldn't get past. They were the same small, hot, desperate fingers that had held on to me through every thunderstorm of her childhood, and for one wild second the years peeled away and I was seventeen again, sitting on the floor of her bedroom with a flashlight, telling her that monsters weren't real.*They are, Lily. I've seen them. You were standing next to one.*"System," I breathed, so quietly that the stream almost swallowed it. "Assess her."[Threat Assessment: 20 Survival Points. Confirm?]"Yes."[Target: Lily Hayes. Emotional state: Displayed distress inconsistent with physiological markers. Pulse: Steady. Pupils: Normal. Tear production: Voluntary.][Deception probability: 94 percent.]The words landed in me like cold water. I hadn't known how much I was hoping, until I felt the hope go. I stood there with my sister weeping beside the stream, her shoulders shaking, her breath coming in soft little hitches, and I th
There was a long, cold second when I thought of running. I felt the pull of it in my legs, the old instinct to disappear into the dark and not stop until morning. Then I felt Dad's hand squeeze my shoulder, once, hard. *Steady, kiddo.* And I thought, *You've lied to worse than him. You've lied with a knife in your hand and a dead man's blood on your sleeve.*I slid the blade back into its sheath, stood up out of the grass, and came out of the willows with my hands raised and my face already crumpling."Please don't be angry," I said.Daniel rose slowly from beside the spring. The flashlight lit him from below, throwing hard shadows up across his cheekbones, and for one raw moment I saw the real face under the careful one, wary and calculating, adding up the facts. Then it smoothed away like water, and he laughed, a short, relieved sound that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Emma. My God. You scared me half to death. What are you doing out here, hiding in the bushes like a...""I thought







