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“There are tunnels under the school,” Michael said.
Gabriel snorted. “You mean the old bomb shelter? That’s a joke they play on freshmen. Like the swimming pool on the roof.”
“No, it’s not.”
“How do you know?”
Michael gave him a look. “Gee. I don’t know. How could I possibly know about tunnels in the ground—”
“What are they for?” Hunter interrupted.
“They lead to the boiler room,” said Michael. “And they run the full length of both schools, connecting under the auditorium. It’s pitch-black down there, full of pipes.”
“Water?” said Hunter.
Michael nodded. “And gas lines.”
“Holy crap,” whispered Becca. “She could blow up the schools.”
Hunter wanted to think that Calla didn’t have it in her—but he’d seen the carnage at the carnival. He’d walked into houses that she’d personally burned. “Can the tunnels be accessed from outside the school?” said Hunter.
“No,” said Michael. “There are access points in a few classrooms and at the back of the auditorium.”
“How do you know this?” said Nick.
“Maybe I occasionally used them. You guys aren’t the only ones who got crap in school, you know.”
“We can’t just go rushing in there,” said Hunter. “If we spook those kids, they could bring the place down on top of us.”
“They might not even be there now,” said Michael. “Why sit in the tunnels all weekend when they can just walk in the front door with everyone else and not arouse a bit of suspicion?”
“Noah and Calla are missing,” said Becca. “People would notice if they showed up for school.”
“I don’t know,” said Chris. “If they’re missing, people wouldn’t be looking for them to walk in the front doors of the middle school. They might not be noticed. Especially if they didn’t go to class.”
“So . . . what?” said Hunter. “We risk everyone at school by waiting for class to start?”
“No,” said Michael. “We’ll have the schools evacuated before first period begins.”
Hunter frowned. “How the hell are you going to do that?”
“Easy,” said Michael. “We’ll call in a bomb threat.”
CHAPTER 33
Hunter couldn’t believe he was at school. He felt like he’d drunk an entire pot of coffee in one swig. His nerves were shot.
Actually, a pot of coffee didn’t sound like a bad idea.
He hadn’t slept at all last night.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Kate.
The arrows.
The blood.
The way she sank into the earth.
