“Thank you, Clara,” I say. “How did you get the key?”
“Dumb luck,” she says. “Those twins with the funny names dropped it just a few feet away from me. ”
“They… dropped it?” Those guys are the most skilled sleight-of-hand tricksters I’ve ever seen. Hard to imagine either of them dropping anything.
“Yeah, they were juggling a bunch of things between them as they walked. The key just fell and they didn’t notice. ”
“But you did. ”
“Sure. ”
“How did you know it was the key to our police car?”
She lifts the key tag to show me. It’s a clear plastic holder that’s probably meant for pictures. This one frames a piece of paper with a note scrawled in little-kid block letters: “Penryn’s police car—Super Secret. ”
If I ever see the twins again, it looks like I owe them a zombie-girl mud fight.
“I hope they don’t get in trouble,” says Clara. “They seem like good guys. ”
“I’d be surprised if anyone knew they ever had the key. Don’t worry, they won’t get in trouble. ” But I’m guessing one of their archenemies might.
Mom whispers urgently beside me into a cell phone, having a conversation with someone who isn’t there.
“So where should we go?” asks Clara.
That darkens my mood. Such a simple question. I can’t even begin to think through this. Both Mom and Clara are older than I am, but somehow they assume I’ll figure it out.
Paige is gone. And that dead body she was standing over…
I shut my eyes to try to blot out the image, which only makes it worse. The blood on her face wasn’t hers, I’m sure of it. Either she will hunt people or people will hunt her. Maybe both.
I can’t bear the thought of either. If they catch her, they’ll treat her the way the Resistance people did—tie her up like an animal or kill her. If she catches them…
Don’t think about it.
But I have to think about it, don’t I? I can’t leave her out there alone, desperate, and scared.
The Resistance will probably be looking for her in the morning. If we can find her first, maybe we can somehow figure out a way to deal with her problems. But how do we find her?
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Let’s go a few towns away from the Resistance, then hide out until we can figure out what to do. ”
“Good idea,” says Clara, who is looking at the sky as much as the road.
“No,” says Mom pointing ahead with one hand and holding the cell phone in the other. “Keep going. Paige went this way. ” She sounds sure of herself.
There’s something odd about her cell phone. It’s bigger and clunkier than normal. It looks vaguely familiar.
“Is that a phone?” I reach for it.
“No!” Mom snatches it away and cradles her body protectively around it. “It’s not for you, Penryn. Not now, not ever. ”
My mother has a different relationship with inanimate objects than most of us do. Sometimes, a light switch is just a light switch. Until it isn’t.
Out of nowhere, after years of using the same switch to turn on the light, she became convinced that she needed to flip it back and forth to save the city of Chicago. After that, it was just another light switch. Until the day when she needed to flip it back and forth to save New York City.
“What is it?” I ask.
“It’s the devil. ”
“The devil is a small black box?” It doesn’t matter, of course. It never does. But for some reason, I want her to tell me about it. Maybe it will jog my memory about what it is and where I’ve seen it before.
“The devil talks to me through the small black box. ”
“Oh. ” I nod, trying to think of something else to say. “How about we throw it away then?” If only it could be that simple.
“Then how are we going to find your sister?”
The conversation is bound to go in big circles. I’m wasting time.
My mother shifts and I get a glimpse of the phone’s screen. It’s a map of the Bay Area with yellow arrows pointing to two spots.
I know that display. I remember it from something my dad brought home once. “That’s Dad’s prototype. ”
Mom shoves it behind her back as if worried that I’ll take it.
“I can’t believe you stole this and let him get fired for it. ” No wonder he left us.
“He didn’t like that job anyway. ”
“He loved that job. He was totally broken up over losing it. Don’t you remember him looking everywhere for this thing?”
“His company didn’t need it as much as I did. The devil wanted me to have it. It wasn’t theirs to keep. ”
“Mom…” What’s the point?
If he hadn’t gotten fired for losing the prototype, he would have gotten fired for something else Mom did anyway. It’s hard to be an engineer when your wife calls you every two minutes. And if he didn’t answer the call, she called the receptionist or his boss or random coworkers to find out if he was okay. And if nobody answered, then he might get a surprise visit from the police, wanting to talk to him about how his wife freaked out in public, screaming and yelling that they had gotten to her husband.
“What is that?” asks Clara.