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Thirty
“ANDREW?” I PEEKED INTO the kitchen, where he was getting a snack with the guys.
“Hmm?”
“That book you were going to let me read…”
“Oh, right. My laptop is in the office. Should be all powered up. ”
“Is there a password?”
He smiled. “Nope. As valuable as I think unpublished manuscripts are, there’s not really a black market for them. There’s a link to the book right on the desktop for you. ”
He gave me the title.
“Tori wanted to take a look, too, if that’s okay?”
“Absolutely. The more feedback I can get from the target audience, the better. If anything sticks out-problems with the characters, the plot, the language-let me know. ”
“
Tori rolled her eyes at the lack of security on Andrew’s laptop. Like most people who weren’t tech-savvy, he presumed if he deleted stuff, it was gone. Or maybe he knew traces remained, but figured we wouldn’t know how to find them. And he’d have been right…if we didn’t have Tori.
We started with an email search and found the ones he’d exchanged with Margaret, removing any doubt it’d been him. There were also a few between him and Tomas, where Andrew seemed determined to ensure a safe transfer of Derek to the Pack. Had he really been that concerned for Derek’s safety? Liam clearly had orders to kill if necessary. Was that decision made behind Andrew’s back? That would explain why he’d seemed so genuinely shocked when he’d found out what had happened to Derek and me.
Or maybe I just wasn’t ready to see Andrew as one of the bad guys yet. I’d liked him. I really had. Yet it only took one more email for those feelings to evaporate, one that had nothing to do with Liam and Russell or the Edison Group. When Tori found it, we both read it and read it again, neither of us saying a word until I managed a shaky, “I-I’d better get the guys. ”
“I’ll see if there’s more,” she said as I raced off.
I finally tracked down Derek. He was alone in the library, thumbing through a book.
“Found you,” I said on a sigh of relief.
He turned. His lips curved in a quarter smile, gaze softening in a way that did something to my insides, made me pull up short, momentarily forgetting why I was there.
“I-Is Simon around?”
He blinked, then turned back to the shelf.
“He’s upstairs. He’s really pissed about Andrew so that’s probably the safest place for him until we’re ready to go, or he’ll say something to him we don’t want said. You need him?”
“Actually, m-maybe I should show you first. ”
He glanced over his shoulder, frowning.
“We found something. ”
“Oh. ” He paused, like he was mentally shifting gears, then nodded and followed me out.
Tori swiveled in her seat as we came in.
“There are more,” she said. “He sent one every couple of weeks. The last one was only a few days ago. ”
“Good,” I said. “Would you mind keeping an eye on Andrew?”
“Sure. ” She took off.
“Wait. ” I grabbed Derek’s sleeve as he headed for the chair Tori had vacated. I wanted to say something. I didn’t know what. But there was no way to tell him that wouldn’t be just as much of a shock, so I ended up stupidly murmuring, “Never mind. ”
When he read what was on the screen, he went absolutely still, like he wasn’t even breathing. After a few seconds, he yanked the laptop closer, leaning in to read it again. And again. Finally, he pushed back the chair and exhaled.
“He’s alive,” I said. “Your dad’s alive. ”
He looked up at me and, I couldn’t help it-I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. Then I realized what I was doing. I let go, backing away, tripping over my feet, stammering, “I-I’m sorry. I’m just-I’m happy for you. ”
“I know. ”
Still sitting, he reached out and pulled me toward him. We stayed there, looking at each other, his hand still wrapped in my shirt hem, my heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it.
“There’s more,” I said after a few seconds. “More emails, Tori said. ”
He nodded and swiveled back to the computer, making room for me. When I inched closer, not wanting to intrude, he tugged me in front of him and I stumbled, half falling onto his lap. I tried to scramble up, cheeks burning, but he pulled me down onto his knee, one arm going around my waist, tentative, as if to say Is this okay? It was, even if my blood pounded in my ears so hard I couldn’t think. Thankfully, I had my back to him because I was sure my cheeks were scarlet.
I hadn’t misunderstood his look earlier. This was something. Or it would become something, I hoped. God, I hoped. Right now, though, there was too much else going on. I hated that, but I was kind of glad of it, too, giving my brain time to stop spinning.
After a second-still perched on Derek’s knee-I forced my attention back to the screen.
I read the first email again. Dated two months ago, it was a chain of three messages, the first, short and to the point.
It’s Kit. Got myself in some trouble. Do you know where the boys are?
Andrew answered.
No, I don’t. What kind of trouble? How can I help?
The reply was longer.
Nasts caught up with me. Saw an article on D. Tracked me down before I could run. Went with them to distract them from the boys. Kept me a few months until I finally gave them what they wanted. The boys are long gone. Thought EG, but no sign at the lab. Maybe Nasts? Child services? No idea. I need help, buddy. Anything you can do. Please.
He signed off giving a phone number and saying both it and the email address were temporary, but he’d be in touch again in a couple of weeks.
I flipped to the next email as Derek read over my shoulder. There were three more of the same-Mr. Bae begging for news, Andrew saying he was looking for Simon and Derek, but his Edison Group contacts swore the boys weren’t there.
The last one from Mr. Bae was dated three days ago, when Andrew had supposedly been held hostage by the Edison Group. That meant he’d gotten this after he knew where Simon and Derek were.
“There’s one more on the list,” Derek said. “It must be a reply. ”
It was, sent the night when Andrew and the others had been staking out his cottage, waiting to make their fake SWAT team swoop and gather us up.
Still nothing. I might have a lead, though. A guy who works for the Cortezes says there’s a rumor they’re holding a couple of teenage boys. I’ll call as soon as I have more.
