“One of the littles who…,” Taylor began, then bit her lip. “He’s her little brother. He was at the day care when…”
The pieces fell into place for Howard. He’d forgotten the name. Tanner, one of the preschoolers killed at what people called the Thanksgiving Battle, or the Battle of Perdido Beach. Coyotes mad with fear. Undisciplined gunfire. Drake and Caine and Sam using all their powers.
“Where is Tanner?” Sam asked softly.
Brittney smiled at a space between Howard and Taylor. “Right where he always is.”
“Brittney, do you know what’s happened?” Sam obviously didn’t know quite how to ask the question. “Brittney, do you remember being at the power plant? Caine and Drake came—”
Her scream made everyone jump, even Orc.
A wild shriek, a shocking loud sound, full of something that could only be hatred.
“The demon!” she screamed. An animal howl followed, a sound that rose and lifted the hairs on the back of Howard’s neck and made his insides feel watery.
Suddenly she was silent.
She held up one arm. She stared at it. Like it wasn’t part of her, like it was there and she couldn’t understand why. Her forehead creased in puzzlement.
In the shocked quiet, Sam said, “Brittney, can you tell us—”
“I think I’m sleepy,” Brittney said, dropping her arm back down to her side.
“Okay,” Sam said. “I’ll, um…we’ll find someplace for you to stay the night.” He looked at Taylor. “Bounce over to Brianna’s. Tell her we’re coming.”
Howard almost laughed. Brianna would not be thrilled by this. But Sam was reaching out to someone who was unquestioningly loyal to him.
“This doesn’t leave this room,” Sam said.
“More secrets, Sammy?” Howard said.
Sam winced. But he held his ground. “People are scared enough,” he said.
“You’re asking a lot, Sammy boy,” Howard said. “After all, I’m on the council. You’re asking me to keep this from my fellow council members. I don’t need Astrid mad at me.”
“I know about your little booze-and-drug operation,” Sam said. “I’ll mess up your life.”
“Ah,” Howard said smoothly.
“Yeah. I need some time to figure this all out,” Sam said. “I don’t need people talking about…about anything.”
Howard laughed. “You mean…”
“Don’t,” Sam snapped. “Don’t even say it.”
Howard laughed and crossed his heart. “I swear. I won’t be the first to use the ‘Z’ word.” Then in a stage whisper he said, “Zom—beee.”
“She’s not a zombie, Howard. Don’t be an idiot. “She obviously has some kind of power that lets h
er regenerate. If you think about it, it’s not that different from what Lana does. After all, she’s physically back together, and she was torn up when we buried her.”
Howard laughed. “Uh-huh. Except somehow I don’t remember Lana ever crawling her way up out of a grave.”
Sam headed toward Brianna’s house. Brittney walked along behind him. Perfectly normal, Howard thought, watching them go. Just another stroll with a dead person.
Little Pete woke up.
Dark. Dark was good. Light filled his brain with too much.