Fear (Gone 5)

ASTRID HAD MANAGED to get Cigar to follow her off the path. She worried that someone might come along—if she could get lost en route from the lake to Perdido Beach, so could others.

She found a place beside what had been the stream, hidden by a huge, dying rhododendron bush. She asked Cigar to sit down. She helped to move him into position to do so on a dirt ledge that almost formed a bench.

She sat a few feet away, careful to keep her face toward the grim-faced hill. Even now its shadow bothered her in a way she could not define.

Astrid still felt the relentless tick-tock, tick-tock urging her toward Perdido Beach. But it was possible this was even more important.

And anyway, she couldn’t leave. Not with what she had heard from Cigar.

“Bradley. I want this to be easy for you. I’m going to ask you questions. All you have to say is yes or no. Okay?”

The tiny eyeballs swerved wildly. But he said, “Okay. Why does he say your hair screams? You’re an angel with wings and shiny, shiny, and a long sword with flames and—”

“Just listen, okay?”

He nodded, and revealed a shy grin.

“You did something bad.”

“Yes,” he said solemnly.

“And they punished you by giving you to Penny for a half hour.”

“Half hour.” He giggled and his jaw twisted so hard she thought he might dislocate it. Like he was trying to break his own teeth. “Not a half hour.”

“They gave you to Penny,” Astrid repeated patiently.

“Sunrise sunset.”

At first Astrid thought he was talking about the eerie sky. Only gradually did the suspicion grow and take shape. “They put you with Penny for a full day? All day long?”

“Yes,” Cigar said, suddenly calm and sounding quite reasonable.

Astrid did not feel reasonable. What kind of creep would sentence this kid to a day with Penny? No wonder he was insane.

It occurred to her then that he had clawed his own eyes out. The image made her need to throw up. But she couldn’t do that. No.

“These new eyes,” Astrid said. “Are they from Lana?”

“Lana is an angel, too. But it touches her. It tries to take her.”

“Yes, it does,” Astrid said. “But she’s too strong.”

“Mighty!”

Astrid nodded. So he had been driven mad by Penny. And Lana had done what she could. And somehow he had ended up wandering lost out of town, all alone.

Which meant things were very bad in Perdido Beach. Cigar was one of Quinn’s fishermen, or had been when last she’d heard. “You’re one of Quinn’s fishermen, aren’t you?”

“Yay!” Cigar said, and smiled his lunatic grin while his brow furrowed into deep crevices of anxiety. “Fish. Hah, hah.”

“Now, the little boy…”

“Fish! Fish!”

“The little boy,” Astrid persisted. She reached and placed her hand over his. He reacted like he’d been shocked. He yanked his hand back and she feared he might bolt.

“Stay, Cigar. Stay. Quinn would tell you to stay and talk to me.”