The Reckoning (Darkest Powers 3)
“Cortezes?” I said.
“A Cabal, like the Nasts. Corporations run by sorcerers. Rich and powerful. More Mafia than Wall Street, though. ”
“So Andrew was lying. ”
“Not just lying. Trying to send Dad on a wild-goose chase when he knew exactly where we were. ”
“This changes everything. ”
He nodded.
“We need to get out of here. ”
He nodded again, but didn’t move. I leaned forward to grab a pen and paper from Andrew’s desk, then jotted down the latest email address and phone number. When I handed it to Derek, he took a second to even notice my outstretched hand.
“You okay?” I said, twisting to face him.
“Yeah, just…Andrew. Getting rid of me, I could see. But keeping Dad away…Dad trusted him. ”
“And now we can’t,” I said. “Which sucks, but the main thing is that your dad’s alive. ”
He smiled, hesitant at first, then a blazing grin broke through that made my heart stop. I recovered and grinned back and went to throw my arms around his neck, then stopped, blushing. Before I could pull back, he caught my elbows and put my arms around his neck and pulled me into a hug.
Then he jumped, chair swiveling so fast I nearly went flying. I heard footsteps in
the hall and I scrambled off his lap just as Simon swung in, breathing heavily, like he’d come running.
“Tori said you wanted to see me? Something about Dad. ”
I moved aside so Derek could show him the emails, then stepped into the hall to watch for Andrew and to leave them alone. This was the news they’d been waiting for and they’d gone through hell thinking it might never come, so I tried not to eavesdrop.
“Chloe?”
Derek stood in the doorway. He motioned me back in. Simon was at the keyboard, control panel open.
“There’s no Internet connection,” I said, “if that’s what you’re looking for. No phone either. ”
“Andrew has a cell,” Simon said.
“Too risky,” Derek said. “There was a pay phone at the service station. We’ll call on our way out, set up a place to meet him. ”
Simon’s eyes lit up at the thought of finally talking to his dad. Then they clouded with anger, the thrill of seeing news from his dad warring with the pain of Andrew’s betrayal.
“So we’re going now, right?” I said.
“Yeah,” Derek said. “We’re going. ”
Thirty-one
BY NOW, WE WERE experts at this escaping thing. We filled Tori in, then split up to gather what we needed-clothes, money, food. We took turns, two packing while the other two hung out, talking so Andrew didn’t wonder why he had a house with four teenagers in it and sudden silence. Thankfully Andrew spent the whole time in the kitchen. I don’t think any of us could have faced him.
Tori and I were on make-our-presence-known duty when Derek slipped in with an armful of ski jackets.
“Found these in the basement,” he said. “It got cold last time. ” He passed me a red one and gave Tori a blue one. “Simon’s finding one that fits, then coming up. We’ll head out the back door. You three will go on ahead. I’ll stay inside and make sure Andrew doesn’t come out until you’re safe in the woods. ”
“And if he does?” I asked.
Derek rubbed his mouth, meaning he’d rather not plan for that possibility.
“Don’t tell me you’ll have any problem taking him out,” Tori said. “After what he did to you? I say we handle him now, save us all this sneaking around. I’ll use the binding spell. You guys tie him up. ”
“Works for me,” Simon said, coming up behind us. “I still remember my knots from Scouts. ”
Derek hesitated. Then he looked at me, which surprised me a little, and I said, “I-I agree,” not really sure he was looking for that, but he nodded, and I said, more firmly, “It’s the best way. Otherwise, once he figures out we’re gone, he’ll-”
The doorbell rang. I wasn’t the only one who jumped. Derek grabbed our bags, ready to bolt.
“Guys?” Andrew called. “Can someone get that? It’s Margaret. ”
“That makes things a little tougher,” Tori murmured. “But not much. She’s old, and she’s just a necromancer. ” A glance at me. “Sorry. ”
“Guys?” Andrew’s footsteps tapped down the hall.
“Got it!” Simon called.
“We’ll take out Margaret first,” Derek murmured. “Tori can bind her. Simon can tie her. I’ll go for Andrew. Chloe? Move the coats and bags into the closet, just in case. ”
Move the coat and bags? Sometimes I really wished my powers were a little more, well, powerful. I hefted two backpacks as Derek headed for the kitchen and Tori and Simon went to the front door.
I was coming back for the second load when I heard Margaret’s voice. Had Tori’s binding spell failed?
“This is Gordon,” Margaret was saying. “And this is Roxanne. With Russell and Gwen gone, we thought it was safe to bring a few more of our members in to meet you. Now, let’s all go review our plans. ”
Tori wanted to take on all four, but suggested it only halfheartedly. Four adults versus four kids meant bad odds, especially when we had no idea what supernatural types Gordon and Roxanne were. Our plan, then, was to sneak out as soon as they started their meeting. Except they wanted us in on that meeting. Simon opted out-he couldn’t face Andrew-so Derek and I covered for him. I was the one they most wanted to talk to anyway, asking more questions about the Edison Group laboratory and staff.
I had to call on all my years of drama training to pull off that performance. That, and not look in Andrew’s direction any more than absolutely necessary. I seethed the whole time, knowing they didn’t care what I said, that they weren’t planning on going back. I had no idea what they were planning, only that we weren’t sticking around long enough to find out.
Finally, they released us.
“Get Simon,” Derek whispered to Tori as we hurried down the hall. “I’m going to move the bags out to the woods. Chloe? Cover me. ”
It would make more sense for Tori-the girl with the spells-to cover him, but I didn’t suggest it. Derek still didn’t trust her enough for that.
Tori didn’t even make it as far as the stairs, when a voice called, “Kids? Are you back here?”
Derek swore. It was Gordon, the new guy.
“Over here,” I said, walking to where he stood in the hall. Derek followed.
Gordon was about Andrew’s age, average height, with a potbelly and graying beard, the kind of guy who’d be recruited to play the office Santa.
“Do they need us again?” I asked.
“No, they’re busy making plans, so I thought I’d say hi. We didn’t get much of a chance to chat in there. ” He walked over to Derek and beamed a wide smile, shaking his hand. “You don’t remember me, do you? I’m not surprised. You were just a little guy the last time we met. I used to work with your dad. We played poker on Tuesdays. ” He clapped a hand on Derek’s shoulder and steered him into the living room. “Andrew tells me you’re quite the science whiz. I teach physics over at…”