“Hey yourself,” the shadow shouted back. A man stepped out from behind a rack of dangling spatulas.
My breath caught in my throat. Nathaniel. I put a nearly frozen hand to my face.
His eyes narrowed at the sight of me. “Good to see you again—Edie, was it?”
I kept my hand in place as it froze me. This Nathaniel was the older one with the slight belly, the weaker jaw—not the younger specimen Asher had imitated perfectly on his way out yesterday.
“We ate dinner together the other night. Before this nightmare began,” he clarified for me.
I put my hand down slowly. “I remember you. ” I wanted to say more, but I wasn’t sure how. Have you seen my boyfriend? The last time I saw him, he was imitating you, didn’t seem feasible, no matter that it was true. “How’s Liz?” And a second later, when I remembered I wasn’t supposed to know that Thomas had died, “And your son?”
“Died. Both of them. ”
“Why’re you here?” Rory asked, staring him down.
“I got trapped down here, with everyone else,” Nathaniel answered, with an irritated tone.
“You weren’t eating back here, were you? Like the others who’re getting sick?”
“No. ”
“Then why aren’t you out there helping?” Rory demanded.
I decided to cut in. “Do you know anything about this? About what’s going on?” I tried to sound confused, hoping he’d let some small clue drop.
“Of course not,” Nathaniel said.
What were the chances he’d just come out and tell me about his nefarious plans? He wasn’t some villain by way of Scooby-Doo. I wanted to confront him, but I didn’t want to blow my chance at it—I didn’t think I’d get more than one shot.
Rory looked back and forth between us and then stared at Nathaniel again. “So what were you doing back here?”
“I was tired. They wouldn’t let me back upstairs. I was taking a nap. ” Nathaniel pointed behind himself and off to the side.
“With everything that’s been going on—you’ve been taking a nap?” Rory said, his voice rising. He had a lot of anger and no place for it to go.
Nathaniel took offense and spoke in clipped tones. “I had a long night. ”
I placed a cold hand on Rory’s arm to hold him back, just in case. Rory was tense a second more then shrugged me off.
Nathaniel patted down the collar of his jacket and then straightened his tie. I didn’t have proof of anything, and I couldn’t let on about anything that Asher’d told me. Before I could think of what to say he jerked his chin at me. “Where’s your doctor fellow?”
To lie, or not to lie? Given what Asher’d been doing, I probably should lie—but my hands weren’t the only thing that were numb. I decided to answer honestly. “I don’t know. ”
Nathaniel’s lips pursed at this, and his brows rose. “Well, well. ”
“Have you seen him?” I blurted out. I felt like a little kid ask
ing Have you seen my puppy, mister? minus a handmade sign. I hated myself for putting him in a position of power over me—but if I didn’t ask him, and if it somehow managed to be just this simple, I’d hate myself even more.
“No. Why would I?” He yawned and shook his head, as though he was still waking up.
At the yawn, Rory snapped. “I don’t know if you noticed, but everything’s going to shit and the rest of us aren’t getting to take naps. ” Rory pointed up the hall like he was chastising a dog. “Go back in that restaurant and ask Raluca where you can help. ”
Nathaniel gave Rory a cold smile. “Make me. ”
A moment passed between them like gunslingers in an Old West showdown, and I would have bet all my money on Rory, his anger lashing around him like a whip. Maybe sensing this—that Rory’s irrational heat was sharper than his cool pride—Nathaniel subtly backed down and snorted dismissively before walking away.
He was rumpled, but not distraught. I believed that he’d been napping, yes, but not that he’d seen two loved ones die. Whereas beside me Rory’s loss was etched on his face and held in his hands, clenched into fists at his sides.
“When you caught him behind us—those were some insane video game reflexes right there,” I said lightly, trying to calm him down.
“Thanks. ” He grunted and shrugged, apparently his preferred method of communication, and I could almost feel him swallowing his anger down, folding it away. And in case I might forget that he didn’t like me, or anyone else in the world right now, he added, “I guess. ”
* * *
We hauled the half-full trash cans back to the restaurant’s floor, where Rory had me hold trash bags open to catch the ice as he poured. And when we were done, with ten separate trash bags half full, he picked up one. “Find the hot ones that are still alive. ”
I picked up two bags and walked around. A weeping woman gestured me over and then had me apply the cold bag to the man beside her. Nearing, I could see that he was a boy. Presumably her son. He wasn’t much older than Rory, if that, and while Rory was an example of nerd-life, her son had been a shining testament to model boyhood with a sunny tan and a sleek quarterback’s physique—and a fever of at least 105. She glanced over at me and then over at Rory walking past us with ice for other patients, and I could see her thinking that it was unfair.