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Marshal Faulkner put a hand on his shoulder. “Come on.” He didn’t offer false hope. He didn’t say anything else. He just left his hand there and waited until Michael started walking.
Every step brought them closer to the house. The bomb had done its job, and thoroughly. Most of the structure was gone, and what was left was burning. Michael kept hoping for some kind of miracle, that maybe after this step, his brothers would appear from the darkness. Or after this step, the rescue teams would declare that they hadn’t really found body parts from the explosion, that it was all a joke. Or his brothers had escaped, and they were looking for a pay phone—
His cell phone rang.
Michael choked on his breath and grabbed for it. He didn’t recognize the number.
Please. Please please please—
A girl’s voice spoke across a poor connection. “Michael?”
He didn’t recognize the voice, but she sounded young. His thoughts were too jumbled to make sense of this. “Yeah?”
“It’s Calla Dean.”
He stopped walking. He pressed the phone more tightly against his ear. “Calla?”
“Yeah.” She coughed. “I need you to get here.”
Her plea was surreal enough that it chiseled through his panic and despair. “You what?”
“I need you to get here. They had me trapped, but I got free.” She coughed again. A burst of static came across the line. “I don’t know how long—”
“Wait—you what? Who had you trapped? What are you—”
“I’m by the water. At the abandoned park at the end of Fort Smallwood. There’s an old storage shed—” More coughing, then silence.
“Calla? Calla?”
Hunter and Tyler and the fire marshal were staring at him, but he didn’t care. Michael pressed a hand over his other ear. “Calla? Are you there? You’re at the abandoned park? What are you talking about?”
“I’m here. I need you to come. I knocked one of them unconscious, but it won’t be long—”
“You knocked who unconscious? Calla, I don’t understand.”
“One of the Guides, Michael. They’re in town. There’s one here, but he’s unconscious. I need you to come here.”
“Okay,” he said, breathless. “Okay, I’ll get there.”
“Hurry,” she said. “Before the other one gets back.”
CHAPTER 28
Michael had been sure the fire marshal would stop him from leaving. Too many recent interactions had ended with him in handcuffs.
But he’d turned on his heel and walked away, and no one had stopped him. Tyler and Hunter had hurried after.
Michael knew the old park well. A few acres of land made a narrow peninsula, with a beach on one side and a rundown pier on the other. He’d played there as a child, when the playground had been in good repair and the swing chains had still had all their seats. Now, there were nicer parks in more accessible parts of the county, and this one seemed to have been forgotten. None of the streetlights in the parking lot worked, leaving the entire place bathed in moonlight.
When he got out of Tyler’s truck and put his feet on the pavement, power swelled up to greet him.
A lot of power. Enough to make him hesitate. The Guide had hidden before, and pretty effectively. This was a deliberate display.
“Do you feel that?” he said to Hunter.
“Yes.” Hunter’s gun was already in his hands. He looked focused now that they had a task, as if he’d compartmentalized all the horror of the past few hours.
“Do you think it’s a trap?” said Tyler.
