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"Sorry, so sorry, so sorry."
The words came louder now, the voice distinctly female. Wrenching sobs punctuated the babble of apologies. I stepped into the empty rooms on either side. From both, I could still hear the voice, yet it obviously came from the middle cell.
"Hail Mary, full of grace, hail--" A sob. "I don't--don't remember. Hail Mary..."
"Hello?" I walked back into the middle cell. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."
The only answer was a soft clacking. I thought of the marble in my pocket.
"Hail Mary," the voice whispered. "Hail Mary, full of grace."
Rosary beads. The click of someone counting off rosary beads. A distant door banged. The voice gasped, choking back her prayer mid-word. Footsteps sounded in the hall--the thud of heavy, booted feet. I stepped through the door. No one was there. Yet I could still hear the footsteps, growing louder as they came down the hall toward me.
From inside the room came a muffled whimper. As I looked around, a new sound filled the air, a steady thumping, softer than the footsteps, growing faster as they drew nearer. The tripping of a frightened heart.
"Holy Mary, mother of God."
The prayer came out no louder than a breath, whispering all around me, barely audible over the patter of her heart. The footsteps stopped outside the door. A jangle of keys followed. A whimper, sounding as if it came from right beneath me. A key screeched in the lock.
"No, no, no, no."
The door hinges squealed, and I heard it open, yet the door stayed shut. The woman gave a sudden cry that nearly sent me to the rafters. I whirled around, but I was still alone. From beneath me came the frantic scuffle of someone scrambling across the wooden floor.
"Hail Mary, full of--"
A laugh drowned out her prayer. The door slammed shut. The woman screamed. Then a slap resounded through the room, so loud I reeled as if I'd felt it. Another scream, a bloodcurdling scream of fury and fear.
And all went silent.
I looked around, tensed, waiting for the next spectral sound. But I heard only the faintest scratch of tiny claws from a distant rat.
Slowly, I stepped from the cell. The boy was right there. I jumped, letting out an oath. He waggled a finger at me, then motioned with the same finger, and took off.
I hesitated, getting my bearings, then went after him.
15
THE BOY LED ME THROUGH YET ANOTHER BOARDED-UP door, into another room that stank of rot and stale air. There, wedged between two towers of rotting wooden crates, he'd hidden his stash of treasures--a handful of marbles, some colored stones, feathers, a tin cup painted sky blue, and a hand-sewn animal that was either a dog or an elephant.
"I think you're missing something," I said as I crouched beside the pile.
I pulled the green marble from my pocket. The boy gave a wordless chirp, then threw his arms around me. I hesitated, surprised, then hugged him back.
"What's your name?" I asked.
He only looked at me, smiled, and nodded.
I pointed at myself. "Eve. I'm Eve. And you are...?"
The smile brightened another few watts but, again, he answered only with a nod.
"I'm going to help you get out of here. Take you someplace nice. Would you like that?"
He nodded, still smiling. I suspected that if I asked whether he wanted me to take him dogsledding in Siberia, he'd have given the same nod and smile, having no clue what I meant, but perfectly amenable to anything I suggested.
"We'll leave soon, hon," I said. "I just have to do one thing first. Find someone. Someone here." I paused.
