Finally Rex sighed and let the papers drop from his hands. He couldn’t make much headway through the mass of paper in what was left of the secret hour, not without help. But maybe knowing about the emergency runway would help focus Melissa’s casting. Constanza’s parents must have something useful in their heads.
Rex stood, clutching the folder in one hand, and turned toward the door.
Melissa was standing there, her face grim.
“What is it?” he asked. “Does Constanza know something?”
“Not a clue about darklings or anyone called Angie. But I found Ernesto Grayfoot in there. They’re cousins, I think.”
“Okay, that’s a start. I want you to…” His voice faded into silence. Melissa had closed her eyes, swaying on her feet. “What’s up?”
Her eyes opened slowly. “They’re coming, Rex.”
Fear clutched his stomach, like the time his father had pointed a loaded gun at him, dead drunk. “The halfling?”
“Not the halfling, nothing that exotic. Just three old darklings… hungry ones.”
He looked at his watch: it was twenty-five minutes into the secret hour. “Where the hell are Jonathan and Jessica?”
Melissa cocked her head, searching the psychic web of the secret hour for the familiar taste of their minds. “Miles from here. Over by Aerospace Oklahoma.”
“Headed this way?”
“No. Just sitting there. They’re… confused.” She opened her eyes. “I thought you said you talked to her.”
“I said I left a message. She wouldn’t let me talk to Jessica.”
“You left a message? Who wouldn’t let you talk to Jessica?”
“The girl who answered the phone. But she said she’d tell Jessica right away. I think it was her little sister.”
19
12:00 a.m.
DIRECTIONS
The razor-wire fence stretched in both directions out of sight, shimmering with pale fire in the dark light of the fully risen moon. Jonathan remembered their flight through the Aerospace Oklahoma complex two weeks before, the relentless frenzy of their pursuers. He’d almost lost Jessica that night when their hands had slipped apart and she’d fallen to the ground. The memory sent a nervous shudder through him.
Of course, these days those same creatures were scared of Jessica, now that she knew her talent. Even this close to the badlands, they hadn’t seen a slither all night.
“Anything coming back to you?” he asked.
Jessica nodded slowly, pointing east. “The fence was on our left, so we were driving that way.”
“Yeah, that makes sense. That road leads to Rustle’s Bottom.”
“Great.” She smiled happily, gesturing in the opposite direction. “So Constanza’s must be back that way.”
Jonathan took a deep breath. This was taking forever. “I thought you spent the night there.”
“Once, okay? Constanza drove me to her house from school. I didn’t pay that much attention to where we were going.”
“No kidding.”
“I was kind of preoccupied. You know, about to discover my mystical destiny and everything?”
“All right, sorry.” Great, it was going to be another night of apologizing. “Let’s keep moving.”
They turned and held hands, launched themselves down the empty highway, long strides eating up the distance. The coils of razor wire to their right flashed past ominously as their speed increased.
“I don’t understand why Rex thought I’d know where Constanza’s house is. I’ve only been in this town a month.” She sighed. “Even if it seems like years.”
“It’s all right, Jess. We’ll find it.” Jonathan hoped she would keep her mind on flying. One false step and they’d find themselves plowing into the top of the fence—razor wire at sixty miles an hour wouldn’t be pretty.
“I could have called Constanza or something, but Beth didn’t give me the message until she got off the phone to Chicago. Five minutes before midnight. Little twit.”
Jessica sank into silence, her expression tight. Jonathan wondered if Beth would be such a pain if Jessica didn’t do things like lock her in the closet. Another few leaps and they had cleared the perimeter of Aerospace Oklahoma, the pulsing coils of razor wire dropping behind them. Finally.
“Look, Rex and Melissa are probably okay. I bet they just wanted to show us something. What did your sister say, exactly?”
Jessica was silent until they had landed and jumped again, angling past an old VW Bug frozen on the highway. “She said, ‘Rex and Melissa are at Constanza’s. They need you.’ That doesn’t sound optional.”
Jonathan snorted. What it sounded like was Rex giving orders. “Come on. You know how cautious Rex is. He wouldn’t go this far out at midnight without serious weaponry. Maybe they brought Dess along.”
“I hope you’re right. Let’s just get there.”
“It would help if we knew where there was.”
“I’m trying, all right?”
They climbed a highway overpass, and Jonathan groaned at the view before them. The highway extended out toward the badlands, with a dozen or so turnoffs between here and the other end of Bixby County, every one of which led to long stretches of housing developments. From up in the mountains in normal time, you could see them glittering, the black river of asphalt spinning off into bright eddies of streetlamps and backyard security lights. But here at midnight, nothing glowed except the dark moon. Constanza’s house could be anywhere in the blue expanse of desert.
However frustrating this was, at least they were flying. His sore throat was gone, his ankle had stopped hurting, and last night he had started to clear things up between him and Jessica. If Rex hadn’t left his cryptic little message, this would have been the perfect hour to spend time in some high place with her, alone.
Thank you, Rex and Melissa.
Jonathan wondered how those two could have gotten themselves into trouble again so soon, forty-nine hours after their last scrape. Were they trying to get killed? Last night Melissa had seemed different, as if Rex’s calm, collected sanity was slowly seeping into her. But maybe the opposite was happening too, and Melissa’s madness was bleeding into Rex.
Since Jonathan had touched her, feeling what it was really like inside her head, he’d wondered if at the core of her bitterness lay a genuine death wish, a desire to permanently escape the torment of never having her brain to herself.
Suddenly something flashed through his mind.
“Decatur Street?” he said softly.
“Yes!” Jessica cried. “I was just thinking that. I remember now. That’s the exit she took.”
Jonathan swallowed. “That’s weird.”
“So you knew where she lived all along?”
“Me?” Jonathan laughed. “Yeah, right. Like I spend a lot of time with cheerleaders.”
He pointed off to the right, tugging Jessica toward an exit ramp. They leapt across a quartet of gas stations arrayed around an intersection, coming down onto a rough, undeveloped field. Rainbow cacti dotted the field like spiky basketballs, and Jonathan slowed their pace. He’d clipped a cactus once in the secret hour—as sharp as razor wire, with the added bonus of spines that broke off and stayed in you.
From the top of their next jump Jonathan saw a dark cluster of houses in the distance.