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“There might be water.”
There wouldn’t be. Chris would have felt it from here. But he couldn’t squash the hope in Nick’s voice. “I’ll check.”
A paper bag sat on the ground near the door. The cell phone light revealed a McDonald’s logo.
“Fast food,” he said. “And milk shakes. Hilarious.”
“I could eat,” said Nick.
Chris carried the bags over.
“I’ll try not to fall asleep again,” said Chris. “I missed a chance.”
“We don’t even know if it was him. Besides, how long could it take him to shove a bag through the door?”
“Still.”
They ate in silence for a minute. The food was still hot—meaning they weren’t out in the middle of nowhere.
The room was soundproof, though, or pretty far from anyone who could hear him. Chris had spent a good amount of time banging on the walls and shouting until Nick told him to stop using up all the air.
“Why do you think he brought food?” said Nick after a while.
“I don’t know,” said Chris. He stared out at the darkness and wondered if Becca had made it off the field. He’d dreamed of water, the way rain traced lines down her face during the storm.
“Do you think Gabriel and Michael are looking for us?”
“Probably.” Chris didn’t mention the alternative.
He didn’t say this, either: He hoped his brothers weren’t looking at all. He hoped they stayed away. He hoped they ran.
Because now he understood the power he’d felt on that field. If his brothers came looking, they’d just end up in the same situation.
Trapped.
Or dead.
CHAPTER 38
Becca was having a hard time figuring out whose side to be on.
Hunter had his hands up, but his eyes were furious.
Michael pressed the steel barrel against Hunter’s forehead, making him bow back a little. “Where are they?”
Hunter glared at him and didn’t say anything. Casper was snarling beside his master, obviously still trapped in the grass.
Michael grabbed the front of Hunter’s shirt and shook him. “Where are they?”
“Stop it!” she cried. “Michael—”
“He knows,” Michael growled.
“I don’t,” said Hunter, his voice dark. “I don’t have any idea.”
“Hey, Law-and-Order,” said Gabriel. “Let him go.”
Michael didn’t move. “Why?”
