accompaniment of angry honking behind us. Without a word, Ana jumps out onto the sidewalk.
I sit there, stunned. I know my comment was stupid, but I hadnât expected her to bolt like that.
Oh well, her problem. It was her job to find Clayton, not mine. Not my concern.
Right. Like hell it isnât .
With a resigned sigh, I jump out after her. I then dive back into the cab to pay the screaming driver the fare.
Itâs drizzling like Silent Hill out here and it takes me a moment to locate Ana, storming off down the street in the wrong direction. I rush to catch up.
âHey, Ana!â She doesnât turn, but she stops. I expect to find her with tears streaming down her face, alone and needing a friend. Instead, Iâm greeted with the most wrathful and contemptuous expression Iâve ever seen. But I hold my ground.
âAna, câmon.â
She snarls at me. Literally snarls. âJust go away.â
âCâmon. I want to help.â
âThatâs a laugh.â
I fight against the dark side rising within me. âWhere do you get off judging me? If you need a hand, well, Iâm here, all right?â
She wipes a stray hair off her forehead. âYou wouldnât understand.â Those words are final, carved in granite. I have been dismissed.
Luckily, I never know when Iâm defeated. âTry me.â
She juts her sharp chin at me, and I prepare myself for a lecture about responsibility and being a good little boy. But suddenly, her entire rigid frame collapses. Her shoulders slump, her head lolls, and her arms dangle limply. For a ghastly moment, she reminds me of a corpse on the gallows.
âListen, DuquetteâZak.â Sheâs staring at her shoes. âYouâre a guy who can go out and do whatever he likes. Whatever.â
I start to object, but before I can think of a rebuttal, she continues.
âItâs not like that for Clayton and me. I donât want to get into it, but . . . I canât let anyone find out he wandered off.â
âCâmon, Brinkhamâs a softieââ
âIâm not talking about her, Zak. If my parents ever knew I lost track of Clayton, it would be . . . bad.â
For a moment, I think I see her green eyes glisten, but it might just be a trick of the light. I stand there, uncomfortable, wondering what she means by âbad.â
She runs a hand over the bridge of her nose. âSo I have to find my brother before anyone realizes heâs gone. Could you just get me to the center? Then you can go back to the hotel, or stay there or whatever. I know this wasnât your fault. Mostly.â
Yeah, like Iâm going to go off and leave her after that. I try to mold my face into an inspiring smile.
âListen, Ana? I may have kind of exaggerated about how crazy things get at Washingcon. Really, itâs just a lot of geeks like me. I know that place inside out. Iâll help you find your brother. It might take a couple of hours, but weâll track him down. And if Brinkham suspects anything, just tell her we all went out to eat and lost track of time. Sheâll believe you.â
She looks at me for a moment. The humidity has caused her hair to frizz out like a poodleâs. Itâs strangely adorable. And just for a second, the side of her mouth tics upward.
âThanks, Zak.â
We begin walking north. She doesnât make an effortto stand close to me, but sheâs not actively trying to lose me, either.
âHey, Duquette?â Sheâs not looking at me.
âYeah?â
âToday at the tournament . . . you really sucked a lot less than I was expecting. One might almost say you werenât a total pathetic embarrassment.â
The sarcastic, backhanded compliment cheers me up a bit. As we approach the convention center, the sun begins to come out.
ANA
4:10 PM
I so desperately want to blame all of this on Zak. To point my finger and denounce him as the
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