Lilah.
Charlie had come after Benny and tried to take the card from him. Benny hadn’t understood why at the time, but soon learned that Charlie was afraid that Lilah would tell people what was going on out in the Ruin. About the bounty hunters like Charlie who kidnapped kids and took them to fight in the zombie pits at Gameland so evil people like them could gamble on who would win or lose.
Charlie’s attempt to erase all knowledge of the Lost Girl and Gameland had led to the murders of Nix’s mom and a local erosion artist, Rob Sacchetto—the man who had painted the Lost Girl card.
Zak didn’t go to school anymore. His father, Big Zak, kept him home, and the whole family was mostly shunned by the town. Benny had heard rumors that Zak’s dad knocked him around, somehow blaming him for what happened to Charlie.
In a strange way Benny felt sorry for Zak. He looked so lost as he stood there behind the glass and lace curtains, pale from always hiding in the house. Benny wanted to hate him, but he was sure that Zak had had no idea of the terrible things Charlie Pink-eye would do with the little bit of information his nephew had given him.
“Be careful, Tom!” someone cried, and Benny whipped his head back to see that Tom had retreated to the edge of the porch.
“Shoot him, Tom!” yelled the town postman.
“No!” screamed two voices in unison, and Benny looked up to see the Houser twins at the upstairs window. “Grandpa!” they cried, their voices as shrill as frightened birds.
“Shoot him,” whispered Morgie under his breath, and Benny turned to look at him. Morgie’s face was wet with nervous sweat. “Shoot him.”
Tom’s gun wa
s still in its holster.
Lilah gave him a single cold shake of her head. “No. It’s a waste of a bullet.”
Suddenly there was quick movement on the porch as Tom’s body seemed to blur. He grabbed the zombie’s shoulders and spun him around, then pivoted so that Grandpa Houser flipped over Tom’s hip and hit the porch boards. Tom climbed on top of him, grabbing for the pale wrists, bringing them behind the man’s back, securing them with cord that he pulled from his pocket. The whole thing was over in the blink of an eye.
“Take him,” he barked, and two burly men crept nervously forward to lift the old zom to his feet and drag him away. “Put him in the toolshed. Don’t quiet him yet.”
When Tom said that, he ticked his head toward the upstairs windows.
One of the other men began climbing the steps, but Tom stopped him. “No … we still don’t know where Jack, Michelle, and Danny are.”
Benny swallowed a lump the size of a hen’s egg.
“Should we help?” asked Chong in a voice that clearly showed that he hated his own suggestion.
“Definitely not warrior smart,” said Morgie under his breath.
“I’ll help,” said Lilah in her icy whisper of a voice, and she pushed her way through the crowd. Most of the townsfolk shied back away from her as if she was something wild and dangerous, and Benny realized she was exactly that.
Lilah exchanged a nod with Tom, and they crept cautiously into the house.
“She’s definitely warrior smart,” observed Chong, “but crazy as a loon.”
“Should we go in too?” asked Morgie. “Maybe they could use our help.”
“Tom and Lilah? Need our help? Don’t be stupid,” replied Nix.
Nix, Chong, and Benny turned their heads in unison to face him.
Morgie colored. “Yeah … okay,” he conceded. “Kinda dumb, huh?”
Chong laid a consoling hand on his arm. “No, Morgie,” he said, “not ‘kinda.’”
Benny caught movement again at the Matthias place. He saw Zak turn away from the window, but something about Zak’s face made Benny stare. Zak’s eyes were surrounded by dark rings. As if his whole face looked bruised. Maybe a couple of black eyes. Big Zak?
“Damn,” Benny said under his breath.
Nix caught the direction of his stare. “What—?”