"I don't believe in aliens," she said.
Liz stood in the parking lot and stared at the school. She felt as if she'd been picked up by a tornado, viciously whipped around, and then set back down in exactly the same place she started.
She couldn't believe it was only lunchtime. Less than two hours ago she'd been worried about a history test. She started for the quad, then made a sharp right and headed for the main building. She needed a quiet place where she could sit down by herself and think. Think about what she was going to do.
Keeping Max's secret was probably saving his life. But if Max was killing people… Those words just didn't go together-Max and killing-but Liz forced herself to continue the thought. If Max was killing people, Liz had to do whatever it took to stop him. Which meant turning him in to Valenti.
Liz pushed her way through the double doors and started up the stairs. She'd go to the bio lab. Maybe it would help her think precisely and dispassionately, like a scientist. Whatever decision she made could have life-threatening consequences.
As Liz approached the lab she heard someone moving around inside. Damn. She really needed to be alone right now. Who had discovered her favorite place to escape? She peeked inside.
Max was sitting on one of the high stools at their lab station.
Liz stepped back and leaned against the wall. Maria would probably call this a sign from the universe, she thought. But what does it mean?
She so wanted to believe that she could trust Max. But he had been keeping a secret from her all the years that she'd known him. A huge secret. And she'd never suspected.
What if he was still hiding things from her? What if everything he told her at his house was lies-just different lies? What if humans were like lumps of meat to him? What if killing a human was like eating a hamburger or something?
"Everything's going to be all right," she heard Max say softly.
Wait. Did he know she was out there? Had he lied about being able to read her mind?
"I know you're not feeling well, but I'm going to fix you up."
Maybe there was someone in the room with him and she didn't notice.
Liz edged up to the door again. She saw Max crouching next to the mouse cage. He opened the cage door and gently took out Fred, the little white mouse. "You're going to be just fine," he murmured soothingly.
He brought his cupped hands to his chest and cradled the mouse against him. Liz could see the shocking blue of Max's eyes from all the way across the room. A moment later he returned Fred to his cage. The mouse jumped on the exercise wheel with a squeak and started to run.
Liz felt tears sting her eyes. That had to be one of the sweetest things she'd ever seen. And Max didn't know anyone was watching. He wasn't trying to fool anyone. He wasn't trying to trick Liz into keeping his secret-he didn't even know she was there.
He put himself in danger when he healed me, Liz reminded herself. He could have let me die. But that wouldn't be Max. That wouldn't be the sweet, wonderful guy who had been her friend since the third grade.
There was no way Max was a killer. No possible way.
Max closed the cage door and latched it. "No need to thank me," he told Fred. "I'll send you a bill."
He heard a soft scuffling sound behind him and turned to see Liz standing in the doorway. Her aura was rimmed with gray. He could practically feel waves of cold coming off it. Something was very wrong.
"What happened?" Max asked.
"I need to talk to you, but not here," Liz said.
"I have my car," Max answered. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah. Let's just go. The bell is going to ring soon."
Max grabbed his backpack and led the way out to his car. "Do you want to hit the doughnut place?" he asked as they climbed in. "That's where Michael always goes when he can't handle class."
Liz's face paled a little. "No. I don't want to go anywhere that I can ever smell food."
"Okay, then." Max pulled out of the parking lot. "We can go to the bird sanctuary. Bitter Lakes is only about twenty minutes away. I've been there with my dad. He keeps saying he was a bird in a previous life."
Max wanted to ask Liz about a million questions on the way there, but it was obvious she was too flipped out to talk.
When they arrived, he reached across Liz and popped open the glove compartment. He rummaged around until he found a package of stale saltines. "These are so old, they don't really qualify as food anymore. We can feed the ducks while you tell me… whatever it is you have to tell me." Max always found it easier to talk if he had something to do at the same time.
Liz took the crackers and climbed out of the car. Max followed her over to the edge of the pond. "So," he said.
"So," she repeated. "So, Max, I found out something really important. Something you need to know. I've been trying to think of some good way to break it to you, but there is no good way."
She threw a cracker into the pond, and three ducks started a fight over it, quacking and flapping. "Sheriff Valenti is part of an organization called Project Clean Slate, which tracks down aliens. I don't know exactly what he does when he finds them, but he thinks aliens are a threat to humans, so whatever he does can't be good."
Liz took a deep breath and finally met Max's gaze.
Max felt as though she'd just shot him. He dropped down in the damp dirt near the edge of the pond. His legs felt weak and boneless. Max, Isabel, and Michael had spent hours talking about them, about what they would do if they ever discovered the aliens. But it felt a lot different now that the vague they was a real organization, with a real name. And that one of them was very close to finding Max, his sister, and his best friend.
Liz sat down next to him. "Are you all right?"
"Does Valenti know the truth about me?" Max asked in a strangled voice.
"No. Kyle told him about the silver marks on my stomach. Valenti says he knows they were made by an alien. But I didn't tell him anything," Liz answered.
Kyle saw Liz's stomach? Max felt a stab of jealousy. He told himself to get over it. Now was definitely not the time.
"There's more. Valenti brought me down to the morgue. He showed me a man's body with the same silver marks on its chest. He said… he said the same alien who healed me killed the man."
"I didn't-" Max began.
Liz ran her hand lightly down his arm. Max could feel her touch all the way down to his bones. "I know you didn't do it, Max," she said. "I know you could never kill anyone."
There was no trace of deceit in her aura. She meant what she said absolutely. She knew the truth about him, the truth he thought he could never reveal to any human, and she still trusted him.
Suddenly the rest of what Liz had said hit him. "Valenti took you to the morgue? That's so sadistic. If he did that to me, I would have been sure one of my parents had gotten killed or something."
"That's exactly what I did think. It's what he wanted me to think," Liz said. "I guess he figured I'd break down and tell him everything."
Max still couldn't believe she hadn't broken down. "That man he showed you has to be the guy I tried to heal at the mall. He had a heart attack. I tried to save him-I was making it look like CPR-but I was too late."
Liz nodded. "The handprints looked the same size as yours."
"How did you know… how did you know I didn't kill him?" With all that evidence, how could she still have believed in him? Max thought he would only find that kind of trust and loyalty from Isabel and Michael. He never imagined it could come from an outsider.
Liz met his gaze, and he thought he saw tears shining in her eyes. "I wasn't sure," she admitted. "I… I thought you might have done it. I'm sorry, Max. So much has happened so fast. I'm really sorry."
"It's okay. It's okay." Max wanted to wrap her in his arms and comfort her. But he wasn't sure it would be comfort. Just because she didn't think he was a killer didn't mean she wanted him touching her.