Shadows (Ashes Trilogy 2)

She remembered those Uzis and that kid from Leopard’s crew with the bandolier. Definitely loaded for bear. “Where’s Mellie now? Is she dead?”

“No.” Daniel’s head rolled on the pillows. “Gone.”

“Why’d she leave?”

“She said she’d lost a couple kids before we joined up with her outside Hurley.”

“Where’s that?”

“Wisconsin. At the border. Bounty hunters is what she thought.”

“Bounty hunters?” Scooping up kids as barter made a terrible kind of sense. Harlan had seen Spared as a meal ticket, and that was months ago. Rule certainly thought Spared, especially girls, were of immense value. “For whom?”

“Depends. There are so many stories, I never know what to believe. Some said military, like . . . you know . . . army? One girl, Sandra, thought people were trying to figure out why we were still okay. Like, experimenting.”

Her stomach dropped. It suddenly occurred to her that maybe, for all its problems, Rule had the right idea. There had been no question that she was safer in the village than outside, and the Changed were only one of many enemies.

Wait, what am I thinking? Lena was right. The Council saw us as baby-makers. We were still barter, something to be used.

“So they got rewarded for bringing kids in?” she asked.

“Uh-huh. I was the oldest, so Mellie left me in charge. She said to take the others to this camp she knew about, where we’d be safe.”

And how, she thought, would Mellie know? The idea of a grandma scooping up kids and leading them to sanctuary gave her pause. What made Mellie more trustworthy than any other oldster? Probably best to save those particular questions. Secondguessing wouldn’t do Daniel a whit of good, and she needed information. “Camp? Where? What kind?”

“With other kids here, in Michigan, but way south of where you . . . we are now. Maybe . . .” Daniel’s eyebrows tented with effort. “Another week? On foot?”

Other kids. Sharon had talked about groups of children fighting the Changed. So they were gathering together? And south meant they’d gone north, but how far? “So where are we, exactly? I mean, are we close to any towns? Because I’ve lost track. We’ve been on the move for . . .” She thought back to the notch she’d made that morning. “Eight days. Nine, now. It must be past midnight, and Sunday now. I figure we went six or maybe seven miles a night, depending.”

“I don’t know much about Michigan. I’m from way west, in Wisconsin, near Mellen?” When she shook her head, Daniel added, “About halfway between Clam Lake and Hurley?”

The names meant nothing to her. Other than her aunt’s hometown of Sheboygan, the rest of Wisconsin was just a through state, a long expanse of highway she blasted through to get from Chicago to Michigan. “Why come here? Why not stay in Wisconsin?”

“We heard it was better, safer in the U.P.”

Well, not so much. “Okay. So where are we?”

“Real close to the border. Maybe . . .” Daniel let out an almost disinterested sigh, as if the math was just too much. “Two days away? On foot?”

She hated peppering him with questions, but she had to know. “Which direction? Do you remember any towns? Is the border west?” Wisconsin was due west of Rule. “North?” She thought that might be right. Was Hurley west of the Waucamaw? God, she wished she’d paid closer attention to the maps she and Tom had found.

“We’re east of the border now. Wisconsin’s a straight shot due west,” Daniel said. “The camp we were heading to is”—his parched lips moved as he did a mental tally—“about a week out and south of this old mine, which Mellie said was where all these Chuckies were hanging out and—”

“What?” Hadn’t Chris’s grandfather operated a mine? Yes, that was right; some of the older miners had been living in a wing of the hospice. Chris read to them when he was in town. “Do you know the name of the mine?”

“No. Just some old iron mine, I guess. I had a map, but I lost it somewhere. All I know is we’re about five days northwest of the mine, and there are supposed to be a ton of Chuckies there, too.”

“You mean, like a big tribe?”

“More like a lot of smaller groups moving in and out. Kind of like a home base, I guess. Mellie said they probably chose the mine because they knew it from before and mines are warmer the deeper you go.”

She thought about that. Would Spider and Leopard circle south, too? Go hang with their friends, maybe toss back a couple brews and carve up some nice juicy steaks, throw some hamburgers on the grill? There was no way to know the answers, and in some sense, it didn’t matter. Without Wolf, Alex thought her time was nearly up. Spider needed her for Daniel—no question about that— and in more ways than one. Unless the Changed figured on Alex becoming their camp nurse, Spider had no incentive to let her live indefinitely. But if this was the Rule mine Daniel was talking about, they were still relatively close to the village.

Got to figure out where I am. Her mind was already leapfrogging ahead, ticking off the steps. This might be my best and last chance. Even a rough map will do. Her eyes settled on that desk across the room. “If I got paper and pencil, could you draw it from memory?”

His head made a weary shake. “I’m not so good with that.” She squelched a pulse of irritation. “Could you at least try?”

“Can we not do this right now?” Daniel’s lips trembled. His face was pinched, the strain and his grief carved in deep lines across his forehead and along his nose. “Can’t we do this later?”

She had to snatch back the impulse to grab him by the shoulders and give him a good shake: No, don’t you get it? We really can’t. But she forced herself to slow down. “I know it’s hard, but this is important, Daniel. I know you feel bad. I’ve lost people, too. There was this little girl and then . . .” She felt her eyes welling. “Then I failed someone I really cared about, and I tried the best I could, but it still wasn’t good enough, and he’s dead now because of me. So I do know what it’s like to want to give up, I really do. But you can’t. Please.” She put a trembling hand on his chest. “Please, Daniel. Think. Try to remember. Where’s the camp?”

The boy’s eyes were pools. “Alex, I . . . I don’t know, I really don’t. I wish I did, but all I remember is that once we got across the border, Mellie told me to keep heading south.”