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Turk hesitated. But Edilio didn’t see the hesitation, he saw Turk’s gun and only his gun, the round black hole of the barrel, and without thinking he squeezed the trigger.
Another loud bang.
Another kick against his shoulder.
Turk was on his back. His gun was beyond his reach, although he was struggling to get to it.
“I said, don’t!” Edilio yelled again.
Turk held his stomach with one hand and reached for the gun with the other. Edilio’s finger was slippery on the trigger. He could feel something awful inside him, a tidal wave of awful, barely held in check as he aimed at Turk’s head.
Orc crunched Turk’s gun beneath his foot.
Edilio breathed. Sobbed for breath. Coughed.
He lowered his weapon.
Lance shrieked. It was a sound made up of fear and shock and pain. The bullet had struck his cheekbone and come out through his ear. Quivering red flesh hung loose.
Turk groaned more quietly. His throat convulsed. Like a fish on dry land, he was gulping, trying to breathe. His hand still stretched toward his now-useless gun.
Neither boy was dead.
Edilio formed the thought that would shame him later: he should finish them. He should do it now. Just walk up close and bang! If he didn’t, they might live, with Lana’s care. And if they lived they’d be back for revenge.
Orc and Astrid were both watching him.
It seemed terribly unfair that even now they were looking to him for some kind of answer.
“I’ll get Lana,” Edilio said.
He turned and ran, and fell down the steps. Heaving with sobs, blinded by rain and tears he ran for Clifftop.
It took Sam and Jack working together to start one of the motorboats. Almost all had dead batteries. But one of the boats had just enough power left to fire the engines.
They roared to life with a deep, wet growl.
“You know, this boat has power enough that it could pull water skiers,” Sam observed.
Dekka smiled fondly at him. “You want to water ski?”
“Not right now. I’m just saying . . .”
“That’s a lie. He wants to go now,” Toto said.
“Yeah, well, I don’t always do what I want,” Sam grumbled. “We need to explore the rest of the lake, then we can head back to town and be welcomed as heroes.”
He’d meant that last part to be self-deprecating, but a part of him actually was looking forward to striding into town to announce that they had found all the water they could ever need, and a fair amount of sugary snacks besides.
Then he would go see Astrid.
And then what would happen?
Then nothing would happen. They would still be right where they’d been.
“Cast off,” Sam called to Jack. Then, with the ropes aboard, he pointed the boat toward the west and roared out of the marina.
The feel of spray on his face and a throbbing engine beneath his feet was intoxicating.
