Seventeen

LIZ SCOUTED THE WAY, running ahead and whistling us onward. Derek’s mouth stayed set in that way that let me know he wasn’t happy … which was pretty much his normal expression, so I ignored it.

The SUV had gone down a service road beside the factory. Along it were smaller industrial buildings, with more at the back, which is where we’d entered with the Edison Group yesterday and where Tori now waited. It was also where the SUV had headed.

We were still in the residential blocks to the north of the factory yard, now standing behind a minivan at the neighborhood’s edge. As we peered around it, we could see the SUV parked behind another vehicle. Tori’s mom, Mike, and the balding driver stood beside it, talking.

“Where’s Simon?” I whispered.

“On the other side of them. Tori?”

“I left her over there—” I pointed. “She went around back to watch the rear entrance. Hopefully, she’s lying low and staying put.”

“If it was you, yeah. Tori?” A derisive snort. I’d have basked more in the compliment if I didn’t know Derek considered Tori only slightly smarter than plankton.

“We can slip across this road and cut through the next yard,” I said. “Then we can circle—”

Derek caught my arm again as I started to move—at this rate, it was soon going to be as sore as my injured one.

“Dog,” he said, jerking his chin toward the fenced yard. “It was inside earlier.”

Expecting to see a Doberman slavering at the fence, I followed his gaze to a little puff of white fur, the kind of dog women stick in their purses. It wasn’t even barking, just staring at us, dancing in place.

“Oh, my God! It’s a killer Pomeranian.” I glanced up at Derek. “It’s a tough call, but I think you can take him.”

A glare. “That’s not—”

The wind changed and the dog went rigid. Derek swore, and pulled me backward. The dog gave one low, piercing whine. Then it went nuts, jumping and twisting and barking, a whirlwind of white fur battering itself against the fence.

Derek yanked me behind the minivan. We were out of the dog’s sight, but it continued yelping and snarling, the wire fence twanging with each hit.

“It smelled me,” Derek said. “The werewolf thing.”

“Do they always do that?”

He shook his head. “I used to just make them nervous. They’d steer clear, maybe bark a bit. Now?” He waved toward the racket. “I get this. We need to shut it up.”

“I’ll— Wait. Liz!”

She was already running over.

“Could you distract that dog?” I asked her. “I think he wants to play fetch.”

Her brow furrowed. Then she smiled. “Right. I can do that.”

“Play fetch?” Derek whispered as she took off. “What—?”

I motioned him to the end of the van and pointed. There, on the other side of the fence, a stick levitated, then shook. Liz was holding it, but Derek could see only the stick. The dog watched it fly, then spun back to the fence, barking and jumping again. Liz retrieved the stick, and tapped it on the dog’s back. Once she had his attention, she threw it. This time, he chased.

I looked up at Derek, who was staring at the dog.

“Remember Liz thought she had a poltergeist? Turned out she is the poltergeist. She’s a half-demon with the power of telekinesis.”

“Huh.” He turned to stare again, slowly shaking his head, as if wondering why he hadn’t figured that out. Probably because he didn’t know half-demons could be telekinetic, but for Derek, that wouldn’t be an excuse.

“Coast is clear!” Liz shouted. “And this pooch is getting bored!”

Derek and I got across the street. We headed for the service road on the other side, leading through the industrial buildings bordering the factory. Then Derek stopped.

“Tori,” he said.

I peered past him. “Where? I don’t see …” I noticed his face lifted to the breeze. “Not see, smell, right?”

He nodded and led me to where she was huddled behind a wall, peeking around the other side.

“It’s us,” I whispered.

She saw Derek and without so much as a hello, leaned to look behind him. “Where’s Simon?”

“He’s—”

“Is he okay? Why isn’t he here?” She glared up at Derek. “Where’d you leave him?”

“Passed out in an alley.” Derek frowned in thought. “Not sure where, though …”

“He’s kidding,” I said as Tori sputtered.

“We need to get moving.” Derek hooked a thumb at Tori while looking at me. “She’s your responsibility.”

“Excuse me?” Tori said.

Derek didn’t even glance her way. “Make sure she keeps up. And shuts up.”

* * *

As we headed out, Liz returned to say the Edison Group was in the factory yard, having slipped in the rear way again. We found the spot where Derek had left Simon, behind a building with faded For Sale signs on the boarded-up windows.

“Well, where is he?” Tori demanded.

“Huh. Must have broken his chain.”

“He means Simon’s a big boy and he’s free to move around.” I turned to Derek. “Can you track him?”

“Yeah.”

He dropped to a crouch. It was a long way from stooping to sniff the ground, but Tori still stared.

“Please tell me he isn’t doing what I think he’s doing,” she said.

Derek scowled—not at Tori but at me. “There’d better be a good explanation for this,” he said with a pointed look her way.

“Not really,” I murmured.

He took a deep breath and pushed to his feet. “Stay here.”

Tori waited until he was gone, then shuddered. “Okay, Derek always weirded me out, but that wolf man stuff is seriously creepy. Suits him, I suppose. A creepy power for a creepy guy.”

“I thought he looked better.”

She stared at me.

“What? He does. Probably because he’s starting his wolf changes and he’s not stressed out about being in Lyle House. That must help.”

“You know what would really help? Shampoo. Deodorant—”

I raised my hand to cut her off. “He smelled fine, so don’t start that. I’m sure he’s wearing deodorant and—for once— it’s working. As for showers, they’re a little hard to come by on the street, and we won’t look much better soon.”

“I’m just saying—”

“Do you think he doesn’t know what you’re saying? News flash—he’s not stupid.”

Derek was all too aware of the impression he made. At Lyle House, he’d showered twice a day, and it still hadn’t fixed the puberty smackdown.

She went back to watching for Simon. I stayed where I was, ten feet away, better hidden, while keeping an eye on her and on that corner, waiting for—

A soft poke at my shoulder blade startled me.

“Still jumpy, I see.”

I spun to see Simon, Derek hanging back behind him.

Simon grinned, the sight as familiar as Derek’s scowl. “Got my note, I hear,” he said.

I pulled it out and waved it.

He plucked it from my fingers and tucked it into my jacket pocket. Then he caught my hand, his thumb rubbing my knuckles, and the back of my throat ached with the relief of seeing him, finally actually seeing both of them after all the worry and the nightmares …

If I’d had the courage, I would have hugged him. Instead, I just said, “I’m really glad you found us,” my voice cracking.

Simon squeezed my hand. His lips lowering to my ear, whispering, “I—”

He went rigid, head lifting.

“Hey, Simon,” Tori said behind me.

“What is she doing here?”

Derek jabbed his thumb at me. “Ask her. I’m not getting any answers.”

“It’s a long story,” I said.

“Then it’ll have to wait,” Derek said. “We need to get away from here.”

Simon whispered to me, “But is everything okay?”

“No,” Tori said. “I kidnapped her and forced her to escape with me. I’ve been using her as a human shield against those guys with guns, and I was just about to strangle her and leave her body here to throw them off my trail. But then you showed up and foiled my evil plans. Lucky for you, though. You get to rescue poor little Chloe again and win her undying gratitude.”

“Undying gratitude?” Simon looked at me. “Cool. Does that come with eternal servitude? If so, I like my eggs sunnyside up.”

I smiled. “I’ll remember that.”

“Enough yapping,” Derek said. “Move out.”