Sam didn’t answer.
“You know what I’m saying,” Dekka said.
Sam nodded. “Yes. I do. We’re trying to keep from starving. Trying to stay ready in case Caine starts something. The last thing we need is some big argument between freaks and normals.”
“Of course Zil won’t shut up about it, no matter what we do,” Dekka pointed out. “We could say we got here, Harry wasn’t here, we found nothing. But Zil would never believe it, and a lot of kids would go along with him.”
“Yep,” Sam said. “We are stuck with this.”
They stood side-by-side, staring down at Harry. The blister still slowly, slowly deflating.
Then Sam led the way back out to the driveway. Edilio roared up ten minutes later with Dahra Baidoo in the passenger seat.
“Hey, Dahra,” Sam said. “Thanks for coming.”
“I couldn’t find Lana,” Edilio said. “She’s not in her room at Clifftop. Her dog was gone, too. I got Taylor bouncing around, looking for her everywhere. The rest are still hanging out in the plaza in case we need them.”
Sam nodded. He was used to Lana’s strange and sudden relocations. The Healer was a restless girl. “Dahra, take a look, huh? Inside. On the floor.”
Edilio looked quizzically at Sam. Sam shook his head and avoided making eye contact.
Dahra was back in less than a minute. “I’m not Lana, but even she couldn’t do anything here. She’s not Jesus,” she snapped. “She doesn’t raise the dead.”
“We were hoping he wasn’t dead,” Dekka said.
“He’s dead, all right,” Dahra said. “Did either of you notice that the skin on his neck wasn’t burned? The hair around it wasn’t singed? The blister must have welled up from inside. Which means something cooked him from the inside out. That leaves you out as a suspect, Sam: I’ve seen your handiwork. You leave people looking like marshmallows that got dropped in the coals.”
“Hey,” Edilio blurted angrily. “You got no reason to be harshing on Sam.”
“It’s okay, Edilio,” Sam said mildly.
“No. He’s right,” Dahra said. She touched Sam’s shoulder. “Sorry, Sam. I’m tired and I don’t like seeing dead bodies, okay?”
“Yeah,” Sam acknowledged. “Head on home. Sorry to drag you out.”
She peered quizzically at Sam. “What are you guys going to do about this?”
Sam shook his head. “I don’t know, but whatever I do, it’ll probably make everyone mad. Edilio can drive you home.”
“No reason, it’s a five-minute walk.” Dahra patted his shoulder again and took off.
When she was gone, Sam said, “I guess we’re going to talk to Hunter.”
“You guess? Man, this ain’t something can be let slide,” Edilio said. “This is killing.”
“Orc killed Betty,” Sam pointed out. “And Orc’s still free.”
“You weren’t in charge then,” Edilio said. “We didn’t have a system.”
“We still don’t have a system, Edilio. We have me being pestered by everyone with a problem,” Sam said. “That’s not a system. You see a Supreme Court around here, somewhere? I see me and you and about a dozen others even giving a damn.”
“You saying we’re going to have it where kids can kill someone and that’s okay?”
Sam slumped. “No. No. Of course not. I’m just…Nothing.”
“I’ll get my guys, go look for Hunter,” Edilio said. “But I gotta know: What if he won’t come? Or what if he tries to hurt one of my guys?”
“Come get me if that happens,” Sam said.