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Chapter Forty-Two
“We’re here, and it’s nighttime. So according to my
calculations, we must not have done anything stupid.”
Kenji shifts into park. We’re underground again, in some
kind of elaborate parking garage. One minute we were
aboveground, the next we’ve disappeared into a ditch. It’s
next to impossible to locate, much less to spot in the
darkness. Kenji was telling the truth about this hideout.
I’ve been busy trying to keep Adam awake for the past few
minutes. His body is fighting exhaustion, blood loss, hunger,
a million different points of pain. I feel so utterly useless.
“Adam has to go straight to the medical wing,” Kenji
announces.
“They have a medical wing?” My heart is parasailing in the
springtime.
Kenji grins. “This place has everything. It will blow your
goddamn mind.” He hits a switch on the ceiling. A faint light
illuminates the old sedan. Kenji steps out the door. “Wait
here—I’ll get someone to bring out a stretcher.”
“What about James?”
“Oh.” Kenji’s mouth twitches. “He, uh—he’s going to be
asleep for a little while longer.”
“What do you mean . . . ?”
He clears his throat. Once. Twice. Smooths out the wrinkles
in his shirt. “I, uh, may or may not have given him
something to . . . ease the pain of this journey.”
“You gave a ten-year-old a sleeping pill?” I’m afraid I’m
going to break his neck.
“Would you rather he were awake for all of this?”
“Adam is going to kill you.”