“You must make your decision now,” he demanded.
She glared at him a moment more, then she pulled him close, kissed him hard, then slapped him even harder.
“I really, really don’t like you,” she said.
“Will you be quiet!” snapped Avalon. Jill sat back down in silence, not sure whether this was victory or defeat . . . while up above, things began to break.
CHAPTER 18
You Put Your Whole Self In . . .
Milos’s team of refugees had been scouring San Antonio for days, but it was a big city. There was no telling where the Neons were holing up. Wherever they had gone, they were well-concealed.
“Maybe they’re not here,” Moose suggested. “Maybe they went shumwhere elsh.” But Milos was not ready to give up. There were still too many places to look.
Shortly before Wurlitzer played its song about silence, Milos and his crew finally caught sight of a single Neon watching them, trying to appear like a Christmas elf in a department store’s holiday display. The kid ran when he was spotted, but Moose caught him and brought him to Milos.
“I will make a deal with you,” Milos told him. “Tell us where you are hiding and return Mary to us, and we won’t send you to the center of the earth.”
The kid laughed in his face. “I won’t tell you a thing.” Clearly, he meant it. He would rather sink than give away the location of the Neons.
“Very well,” said Milos and he called for the Chocolate Ogre, who came lumbering forward. “Say hello to my little fiend,” said Milos.
“I think you mean ‘friend,’” Squirrel corrected.
As soon as the Neon saw the Ogre, his face filled with terror. “What is that thing?”
Milos ignored the question. “Now I’m giving you one last chance. Tell us where you are holding Mary.”
“And Jill!” added the Ogre.
The kid still shook his head, but all the while stared at the Ogre. He seemed almost ready to break. Milos turned toward the Ogre. “Show this miserable Afterlight what we do to those who don’t cooperate with us.”
“Okay!” Then the Ogre thought for a moment. “What do we do?”
Milos sighed. “We show our strength in a way that they will never forget.”
“That makes sense,” said the Ogre cheerfully. Then he grabbed the Neon, lifted him off the ground, and threw him all the way over the building in front of them.
Milos stood there, stunned. “Why did you do that?”
“Because I didn’t think he’d ever forget it,” said the Ogre.
The whole mob of Afterlights ran to find him, but he wasn’t on the next street, or the next, or the next. Milos had begun to think that maybe he had landed hard enough to sink—but then they finally saw him in the distance, turning a corner. Once they reached the corner he was long gone—but then one of the other Afterlights noticed something. “Hey, what’s that?”
They went down a narrow alley that opened up to a street with stone-paved sidewalks and crowds of living people. On one side of the street were older, living-world buildings, but their facades were insulted by garish, blinking signs advertising everything from a wax museum to a mirror maze, and across a large plaza was an old stone mission.
“I think itsh the Alamo,” said Moose. “But I thought it would be bigger.”
“Look at it, look at it!” said Squirrel, pointing at the familiar face of the structure.
The entire building, and the stone walls that surrounded the complex almost seemed to be squirming; randomly shifting in and out of focus. The stone itself appeared to swirl in and out of phase, as if it couldn’t decide whether it was in Everlost or in the living world.
“It’s a vortex,” Milos said. Milos didn’t even try to hide his disgust.
“You don’t think they’re in there, do you?” asked Moose.
“You can’t make me go into a vortex!” said the complaining Afterlight—the one who always doubted Milos. “You never know what a vortex will do to you!”