“Was he outside when you checked around back?”
She nodded but immediately rushed outside. Tom was a half step behind her.
Chong was nowhere in sight.
29
“THIS DAY CANNOT GET ANY WORSE,” TOM SAID UNDER HIS BREATH.
Benny shot him a look. It was the kind of statement that he would never dare make because the universe always seemed to take it as a challenge. He cupped his hands and called Chong’s name.
The echoes bounced around and came back empty.
“Oh, come on,” growled Tom with mounting frustration. “Somebody that smart can’t possibly be this dumb.”
“Maybe he went somewhere to go to the bathroom,” suggested Benny. “Chong’s pretty shy about that stuff … so maybe he—”
“Went to the bathroom where? In his damn parents’ house? There’s an outhouse twenty feet away, and there are bushes everywhere he could squat behind.”
“He was pretty upset,” said Nix. “Maybe he just wanted to be alone.”
Tom turned to her and gave her a long, withering stare. “Alone? In the Rot and bloody Ruin?”
She flushed bright red and immediately started calling Chong’s nam
e again. Tom did too. Only Lilah stayed silent. Her damaged larynx made it impossible for her to shout loud enough to do any good; but her honey-colored eyes missed nothing as she turned in a full circle and surveyed the surrounding forest.
Lilah shot Nix an evil look. “Are all boys this stupid?”
“Hey!” said Benny.
Nix didn’t answer. She called Chong’s name again, shouting it as loud as she could, even though it hurt her injury to do it. If he could hear the shouts, Chong did not answer.
Tom cursed with great vehemence for several seconds. “I am so going to kill him. I’m going to drag him back to town and chain him to his own front porch.”
“I’ll help,” offered Benny, who was as angry as he was scared.
Tom looked from the tree line to the sun and back again. “Damn it.” He turned to the others. “Okay, everyone spread out. Find Chong’s footprints. He has those wedge-soled boots. Keep your weapons in hand and stay in sight with at least one other person. You find anything, call out. Go!”
The four of them moved away from the front of the station as if they were propelled outward by an explosion.
He’s gone, whispered Benny’s inner voice. Be prepared for that.
Benny didn’t want to believe it, but his mind was replaying his last conversation with Chong, and Chong’s last words: “I should never have come.”
“Come on, you monkey-banger,” Benny muttered aloud as he scanned the dusty ground and picked his way through the broken concrete. “Stop screwing around.”
Then he found something that froze the blood in his veins. He straightened and yelled as loud as he could.
“HERE!”
Everyone came running. Benny saw the flash of sunlight on Tom’s sword as his brother ran up from his left, and the glitter on the wicked edge of Lilah’s spear as she closed in from the right. Nix came puffing up behind him. They all stopped and stared. No one said a word. The words had already been said.
They were scraped onto the side of a slab of concrete pushed almost vertical by tree roots. Chong had left them a message. Two words.
I’M SORRY.
Benny looked at what lay beyond the slab of concrete. Miles of white rock left by a glacier. White rock baking in the sunlight. The row of rocks split off into five separate threads that led high into the mountains and vanished into the gloom gathering under the forest canopy.