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A paper bag rustled. Then sausage-scented steam bathed my face. I opened my eyes to see Simon holding a familiar take-out bag in front of me.
“McDonald’s?”
“Shhh. ”
Simon pointed at Tori, still snoring beside me, then quietly retreated from the delivery bay, motioning for me to follow.
He led me into an alley, where a fire escape ladder hung, then he boosted me onto it. We climbed up to the roof of a three-story building.
I walked to the edge and looked out. There was a park to the east, glistening with dew, the sun still rising behind it, tinting the sky pink.
“Nice, huh?” Simon said. “That park wasn’t quite so empty last night or we would have slept there. ” He set down the bag and drinks on the rooftop. “So is this okay for breakfast? Up here?”
I looked at the view again. After last night, this was better than the fanciest breakfast in the fanciest restaurant. It might be the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for me.
“It’s perfect,” I said. “Thank you. ”
“Good. If it wasn’t, I’d have blamed Derek. ”
“Derek?”
“He suggested we come up here and helped me pull down the ladder. Breakfast was my idea, though. We saw the Mickey D’s last night and I thought you might like a bickering-free breakfast. ”
Derek picked the spot? Had he been hoping I’d be blinded by the morning sun and stumble off the edge?
“Pancakes or sausage McMuffin?” Simon asked as I settled onto the rooftop.
“Which do you want?”
“I’ve got mine. ” He lifted a wrapped sandwich. “I thought I’d buy you both and, whichever you don’t want, Derek will eat. Nothing goes to waste with him around. ”
I took the McMuffin
.
He lifted two cups. “OJ or a strawberry milkshake?”
“I didn’t think you could get milkshakes in the morning. ”
He grinned. “I can. ”
When I took the shake, his smile grew. “I thought you might like that. ”
“Thanks. This”—I waved at the food and the spot—“is really nice. ”
“And well-deserved after your cruddy night. By the way, there’s a cut on your cheek. We should get that cleaned up later. I know Derek gave you the gears last night—more than once. ”
“It’s okay. ”
“No, it’s not. Going at you about raising that zombie? That was out of line, even for Derek. He’s been…”
“Crankier than usual?”
“Yeah. I think it’s because he Changed—or couldn’t Change—but that’s no excuse to vent at you, not after what you did for him. ”
I shrugged and took a long draw of my milkshake.
“About what you did that night, staying with Derek while he was trying to Change…” Simon shook his head. “I don’t know how you kept your cool. Finding him like that when you didn’t even know he was a werewolf. ”
“I figured it out. ”
Simon took a bite of his sandwich and chewed, looking out at the sky before saying, “I wanted to tell you. Especially after he forced you to admit you were seeing ghosts. We argued; he won, as usual. But if we thought you could ever have stumbled on him like that, we’d have warned you. Even knowing what he is, I doubt I could have stuck around, much less helped. It took guts. ” He caught my gaze. “It really took guts. ”
I’m sure I turned crimson. I glanced away and chomped into my sandwich.
“I appreciate what you did for him, Chloe. Derek appreciates it, too, though I’m sure he hasn’t said so. ”
I swallowed my mouthful and changed the subject. “So, about your dad…You never did tell me how he disappeared. ”
He laughed. “Enough about Derek, huh? Unfortunately, Derek is where this story starts. It was after he broke that kid’s back. When it got a mention in the Albany paper, Dad decided it was time to move on. He must have known the Edison Group was still trying to find us. We should have left right away. But…”
Simon picked a burned piece off his muffin. “This happened a lot. At the first hint of trouble, we’d pack and move. Derek and I didn’t understand why, so we’d complain. ” He paused. “No, I’d complain. After growing up in that lab, Derek was happy as long as the three of us were together. I hated moving. It always seemed I’d just made new friends, just made the team, just met a girl…”
“I know what that’s like. Well, except the part about meeting girls. ”
“Yeah, but I bet you never complained. You’re like Derek. You make the best of things. I bitched and moaned, so Dad always tried to make it easier on me. That day, I had a basketball game I was hyped about, so when Dad saw the article after we’d gone to school, he called Derek’s cell. He told him not to mention it to me, but that he’d meet us after school and we’d take off. He never showed. ”
“And you haven’t seen him since?”
Simon shook his head. “We got home, found the car packed, the keys in the kitchen. He’d taken his wallet or had it in his pocket when…whatever happened, happened. ”
“You think someone kidnapped him?”
“I don’t know. Derek couldn’t find anyone’s scent in the house. It was like Dad just walked away, which he’d never do. Derek wanted to take off. Again I screwed up. I thought there was some logical explanation—maybe Derek misunderstood Dad’s message. The next morning, I gave in and we left, but it was too late. They caught up with us the next day. ”
“The Edison Group?”
“They said they were child services. We believed them. They took us back to the house to see if Dad had returned, and when he wasn’t there, they said that we had to go into a group home until they figured stuff out. Since we’d been born in Buffalo, that’s where they put us. Which should have seemed weird, but we didn’t know better. So that’s how we ended up in Lyle House. ”
Simon continued, explaining that, since we’d escaped, he’d been casting some kind of seeking spell his dad taught him, but he couldn’t detect him. Using library computers, Derek had searched on their dad’s name and aliases, but found nothing.
“And now, with all this about the Edison Group, and Liz and Brady and Amber murdered…” He looked out over the parking lot. “I’m starting to think it might be a waste of time. That he’s not out there. That they killed him. ”
“But Aunt Lauren was sure the Edison Group wasn’t involved in your dad’s disappearance. And she seemed certain he’d still be alive. Do you know any other place he could be? Or anyone who might know something?”
“I thought about going back to Albany, maybe talk to people he worked with, our neighbors, someone who might have seen something that day…”
“We could do that. We have enough money. ”
“Derek doesn’t want to. ”
“He wants to stay here?” That didn’t sound like Derek.
“No, he just doesn’t see any point in going back—and says it’s probably dangerous. But there is someone we could go to. This friend of my dad’s. Andrew Carson. He lives outside New York City. Dad said if we were ever in trouble and he wasn’t around, we should go to Andrew. ”
“Have you called him? Maybe he knows something about your dad. ”
