“Leave them,” Garcia said. “We'll get them later, or somebody will, it sure won't be me,” he said, looking around.
We piled into the cop car, all the girls stacked on top of us and Onyx, who had been oddly silent jumped in last, riding shotgun next to Garcia.
Garcia got in and put the squad car in drive, looking down at Onyx, who wagged his tail.
Garcia just shook his head at the dog and got rolling, the gravel crunching under the wheels of his cruiser.
We left the graveyard, surrendering our anonymity forever.
****
“So what's going on?” I asked
Garcia stared ahead at the road for a minute, I thought I'd have to repeat the question.
“Where to begin?” he said almost to himself.
Our group, with the Weller kids bashed up again, sat waiting to hear why he had the good fortune to be cop-on-the-spot. Even Onyx was looking at Garcia.
“Let's get where we're going, then we can talk.”
“No, I don't want to go to someplace you want, I have a place, we have a place that we know is safe.”
“Not the hideaway, Caleb. Maybe he can't be trusted,” John said.
“Yeah, the hideaway, John. You think we can't take care of things if they get exciting?” I asked him, turning around in the seat where John was squished by Sophie, a sliver of his face showing behind her.
I turned to face Garcia, who did a quick check of my expression. “We have a place you can take us where we feel safe.”
“I'll have to pulse Bobbi,” he said.
“Gale?” My face was one Fat Dirty Look.
“Yes, Officer Gale,” he said, noting my expression. “I guess I deserve that.”
“No offense, but adults aren't really on our trust list right now,” John said.
“Fair enough,” Garcia responded.
I gave Garcia directions and he used his car-pulse to let Gale know where we would be.
She met us there in her civilian car, looking very weird in her regular clothes. I thought it was a little like meeting your teacher in the grocery store; they actually ate food?
We piled out of the car, stiff from being crammed together. I did a secret scan of Jade, making sure she looked okay. The cemetery had been a true threat. A threat to our freedom and in the end, a threat to our lives.
Garcia and Gale seemed amused by our breaking and entering of the old dump station. I thought for sure they'd be mad, but Garcia thought it was a clever contingency plan.
“You kids were thinking ahead after all,” he said, looking around him at the inside of our hideaway.
“This is totally not safe,” Bobbi Gale said, staring at all the smashed metal pieces from various cars making an uneven metal ceiling above our heads.
John replied, “It's been this way for ten years.”
“It'll be okay,” Jonesy agreed, his idea of true peril on a different level than the rest of us.
It was cramped with all the bodies in there but we pulled up milk crates and other things we collected for “chairs,” and sat down.
John lit the propane lamp. A total throw-back but it worked.
“Where did you guys find this old thing?” Garcia flicked the lamp.
“My mom's old camping gear,” Jonesy said.
“Better not use it for long in this enclosed space,” Gale said. “It can get pretty toxic.”
“We know,” John said. “We'll have to eventually replace it with LED when we get the big bucks.”
“Try pulsing your parents again guys, maybe the pulses will work here,” Garcia said.
“No...we know they don't work in here,” I swung my pulse around, “too much metal or something.”
We went outside to pulse our parents (and aunt), letting them know we were hanging at the ice cream shop. I felt bad about the deception.
After settling back into the cavern-of-cars I told the story from the beginning,
Jonesy filled in the gaps, “... and then the helicopter just stopped working and crashed,” he said. “And Soph and I almost got chopped!” Jonesy finished, doing a judo-chop to his hand, the smacking sound echoing in the space.
The cops were thoughtful. “That doesn’t ring true to me,” Gale said, looking at Garcia. “The Graysheets take all that time to acquire Caleb and blow it with a state of the art helicopter dying?” She shook her head, disbelieving.
“Tell us again exactly what you did, Jonesy,” Garcia said.
Jonesy repeated what he had done, grabbing Sophie, then the chopper stopping.
“And our pulses didn't work either,” John said.
“My car died about the time I heard the crash,” Garcia added. “In fact, it began working about the time I saw you kids.”
“It was idling when we saw you,” Sophie said.
Garcia nodded. “Yeah, just at that moment I finally got it started. I was getting worried about how we'd get out of there.” He and Gale looked at each other.
Something occurred to me. “John, you must have been holding back huge.”
“Oh yeah, it was all I could do when Parker started his bullshit,” John said.
“He turned out to be a monkey's ass,” Jonesy said.
The cops laughed. “You guys sure have a way with colorful wording,” Gale said.
“Yeah, Parker is a disappointment,” Garcia agreed.
“Ya think?” Jonesy said, disgusted.
Gale changed the subject, “I have a first aid kit to take care of you two,” she said, looking over at Tiff and Bry, holding up a small box with a red and white cross emblazoned on the front.
“I'll live,” Bry said, his face telling a different tale.
“Come on Bry,” Tiff said. “The parents aren't gonna buy us continuing to get beat up.”
Sighing, Bry went over to where Gale was, heaving himself down on a crate.
“I got in a couple of good ones,” Bry said.
“He was an adult, a bad one. You're lucky he didn't clean your clock,” Garcia said.
All of us looked at him. “Sorry: a thorough job of beating the snot out of someone,” he clarified.
“Eloquent, Raul,” Gale laughed.
“So now what? It's obvious they want me. They put spy crap in my house so they know I can raise zombies, that I'm a full-on five-point,” I said.
“I think what really needs to be addressed, Caleb, is what you did out there to the government guy,” Gale said, dabbing antiseptic at the corner of Bry's eye. “That's not part of any five-point I've heard of,” she said trailing off, gazing at me around Bry, everyone's eyes on me.
Gale got back to working on Bry's face, talking as she patched him up, “The scientists have theorized about that possibility, but they've never had any proof.”
“You mean Caleb suckin' the life out of bad-ass, then juicing his zombie up?” Jonesy asked.
Garcia chuckled. “Yes, I think that's what Officer Gale was getting at.”
“That will make you even more of a threat,” she said.
“Does that mean you're a six-point?” Jade asked, through the veil of her hair.
She was cuddled up next to me, more on my crate than hers. I leaned closer, then put that hair that hid her eyes behind her ear, running a finger down the outside edge of her lobe. She rewarded me with a tiny shiver.
“Doubt it. I can't be a 'first' anything,” I said with certainty.
“I'm AFTD, Caleb, and I know there is not one documented case of Life-Transference,” Gale said. “Not one.”
“Did that guy die?” Sophie asked.
“I don't know, but he deserved it,” Jonesy said.
The cops were silent.
“Yeah he did. He had a gun pointed at sis,” Bry said.
Bry looked at me. “Thanks for taking care of her, Caleb,” he said.
“It almost wasn't enough,” I said, feeling guilty.
Bry stood up and came over and clapped me on the shoulder. “But it was.”
Garcia interrupted wi
th, “I guess your best protection is your father, Caleb.”
“Why?” I asked.
“His fame,” he continued, “his son disappearing would be an inexplicable problem.”
“Didn't seem to give them pause tonight,” John said.
“Our source tells us they want to do experimentation, that they're not ready to take you forever,” Garcia said.
Disquiet fell over the group.
“Comforting,” Jade said.
“Those dicks don't get to have Caleb,” Jonesy said.
“Yeah, what he said,” Bry agreed.
Of course I agreed.
“How did Parker go from being like Caleb to working with them?” Sophie asked.
“We don't know what's happened this last ten years to form him.”
“... shape him,” Gale finished, nodding to Garcia.
“What was his family life like?” I asked
“It was bad. Sort of the opposite of yours. There was no one to advocate for Jeffrey Parker,” Gale said.
“So, he's a tragic figure, now?” Sophie asked, arms crossed over her chest. “I don't know if I buy that. Doesn't he have a responsibility to choose the right thing now?
“Who knows? Maybe they brainwashed him,” Jonesy said.
“It doesn't matter. Caleb's AFTD, so is Tiff; he was going to hurt his own kind. He's shit, I don't care what way you color it, he's made his choice.” Bry fumed.
We looked at each other over the hissing light of the lantern.
Finally, Garcia said, “We need to get these guys at their own game.”
Gale nodded in agreement.
“You called them 'Graysheets,' what does that mean?” I asked.
“We don't actually know their real name, it's just a nickname Officer Gale and I gave them,” Garcia said.
“What does it mean, though?” Jade asked, leaning in against me.
“It means that they don't understand black and white, right and wrong.”
“Gray,” John said.
“Right,” Garcia pointed at John.
“Sheets?” Tiff asked.
“I got it!” Jonesy said. “They cover things up!” he air-pumped his fist with enthusiasm, breaking off to yawn.
“Don't tell me you're tired?” Bry asked.
“Nope. Just needed some O2 baby,” Jonesy said.
I looked at my watch, which hadn't been affected by the whole electrical fall-out at the graveyard, couldn't see. I moved toward the lantern, sticking my wrist under the light, a fine fissure layered the crystal like ice. Damn, my watch got nailed in the fight. I couldn't really see the time.
“Ah-man, that sucks donkey dicks,” Jonesy said.
I laughed, couldn't help it, John leaned in. “Maybe a jeweler could fix it?”
“Right, like anyone even has these anymore.”
Everyone gathered around, Garcia, the tallest of us said, “My dad had one of those! Is it a winder?”
“It was,” I said.
Garcia picked up my wrist, moving it beside his ear. “It's ticking, buddy.”
“It is!?”
“Yes,” he smiled.
Gale said, “I think I've patched up these guys as good as they're going to get.”
We gave a critical stare at Bry. Tiff wasn't so bad, she could explain that away.
“You look like a pile of gnomes jumped you...” Jonesy said.
“... on your face,” John finished.
“Gnomes are creepers,” Tiff said.
I looked at her in surprise. She, the Unflappable Tiff, was scared of gnomes.
“Scared?” Jonesy said.
“No!”
“They make good prizes on Call of Duty,” Bry said.
Sophie and Jade rolled their eyes. I guess they weren’t big into pulse games.
“Let's get you guys home,” Garcia said.
“What's the plan?” I asked.
“You're going to speak with your dad,” Garcia responded.
“He's going to be righteously pissed,” Jonesy said.
“Yeah. He'll be mad because I was screwing around in cemeteries,” I said, dreading the whole thing.
“You're AFTD, that's like telling you not to swim if you had gills,” Gale said.
“You're not the kid of a 'famous scientist',” I said with airquotes.
“Are you complaining? Seriously, I thought your dad is cool?” Sophie asked.
“He is,” I sighed. “I just haven't been what my parents expected, I think.”
“But you're hell on zombies!” Jonesy said. Yeah, that was my value, raising zombies.
Garcia slung an arm around my shoulders, “You've got a smart dad...”
… your clever father... Parker's words whispered through my mind...
I came back to what Garcia was saying, “... he'll think of a way to keep you safe.”
Gale added, “A talent of your magnitude could help many people, Caleb.”
I looked at her, letting my face ask the question.
Jade said, “AFTDs have pretty good success finding murder victims and stuff.”
“What stuff?” Jonesy asked.
Gale answered, “Traumatic death.”
“Can Caleb just, automatically find victims? He's got an unheard of six-point ability...” John said.
“We recruit people that test as sensitive to traumatic death,” Gale said.
“I read in some AFTD blog that you can be a one-point and sense traumatic-death,” Tiff said.
“Can you?” I asked her.
“I can sense the dead,” her voice said, duh.
“All AFTDs can, the difference, is some are sensitive to the cause of death, not just its plane of existence,” Gale said.
“Useful to cops, bad for crime,” John pointed out.
“I bet violent crime is down,” Bry said.
“We're seeing progress. As you know, AFTD is a rare ability, not all have the traumatic death aspect.” Garcia shrugged, them are the breaks.
Gale looked at her pulse. “Almost one, let's go.”
“Right,” Garcia said.
We moved through the newly expanded tunnel, exiting through the freezer, breathing in the cool night air with a sky filled with stars tossed like diamonds on black velvet, nestled in the cloth of their sanctuary.
“I am glad to be alive,” Jade said, her fierce eyes the color of the ocean at night.
I looked down at her. “I wouldn't let anything happen to you.”
She smiled. “I know. It was scary and we survived it.”
“Yeah, it was,” Sophie said.
As we moved up to the parked cars, Gale said, “I'll take the girls home.” A sense of dread spread through my gut. I didn't want Jade out of my sight. I wanted to see her safely inside her house with my own eyes.
I tried for casual. “I told her aunt I'd walk her home.”
Jade gave me a sharp look, what?
“Take Tiff and Bry home,” I suggested.
“... and me and the Jonester live by each other,” John added.
Nice move John.
“Okay,” Gale said slowly, knowing something was up but not able to put her finger on it, the logic of my suggestions clear. “Weller kids, Jonesy, John... follow me,”
That left me, Jade and Sophie with Garcia.
Jonesy turned around and waved to Sophie. “See ya, Soph!”
She waved back, looking pleased that Jonesy had singled her out. Jonesy had the hots for Sophie. Onyx ran over to the cruiser, hopping in the front seat (traitor).
We got in the back, Jade and I touching hip to toe when I leaned forward, as far as the plexiglass would allow, and asked, “What about McGraw?”
Garcia was silent for a heartbeat, and I thought, can't take back the pause, pal.
“He's on the take.”
“Corrupt?”
“Yes, he's the Graysheets eyes and ears, Caleb.”
I leaned back again against Jade, thinking about being a partner with someone I couldn't trust
at my back.
“What about the other officer? Wade, I think,” Jade asked.
“Chuck's a good man.”
That's a relief, three good cops anyway.
The night slid past, Sophie and Onyx's profiles in the front seat, Garcia's cruiser moving through Jade's neighborhood like a silent trespasser. As Brett's house came into view, the yard still littered with the gopher mounds, a look passed between Jade and I, remembering.
Garcia broke the silence, “If I work with McGraw I have a chance to eventually expose these hypocrites.”
“What are they?” Jade asked.
“People bent on exploitation for warfare, controlling crime for gain. Instead of using these paranormals' gifts for the betterment of humankind, they're scheming up ways to control. It's always about control, about power.”
We parked in front of Jade's place; Garcia kept the car idling. “I'll stay here with the dog,” he winked.
Not half-bad for an adult.
The tall fence blocked our view of the façade of Jade's house, except for a portion of the porch and roof. We got out of Garcia's car, opening the gate, which I left ajar. We walked to the front porch, our hands entwined, the porch light casting a soft pool of pale color on the steps.
I grasped Jade's other hand and turned her to me pulling her close until she touched my body in a tight embrace, our bodies married together. Pressing my mouth on her lips, softly at first, my hands slid out of hers, moving to the small of her back. She wrapped hers around me. My free hand working up into the nape of her neck, the silky hair winding around my fingers as my mouth moved on hers.
The door wrenched open and Aunt Andrea stood there, anger making the planes of her face a brutal thing. As Jade and I jumped apart, her face flushed with high color, rosy under the glow of the light.
“Where the hell have you been?” Andrea said, anger twisting her words into a snarl.
Jade looked shocked and confused. “Ah... I pulsed you...”
“I wasn't going to get into it on pulse, but this boy,” she jabbed a finger in my direction, “is bringing you home too late. It's one-twenty in the morning and you're fourteen years old!” she huffed.
What-the-hell? Where did all this venom come from? I unconsciously pulled Jade a little closer to me, her back against my chest.
A bulky figure moved up behind Andrea... Jade's dad.
Oh shit.
A look of terror came over Andrea's face. That was it, the drunk dad had made an appearance, and she was covering.
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