CHAPTER 7
The familiar word struck me like a slap to the face. “Wait,” I said. “Did you say mandate?”
Jack glared at Stellan, and Stellan rolled his eyes. “No one can hear us. Relax. And she must know about it, so it doesn’t matter.”
I knew about the manila envelope on our dining room table, but I highly doubted my mom’s work orders had anything to do with two strangers fighting over me at the Lakehaven High prom.
“This year’s prom queen,” said the cheerleader on stage, “EmmaBeth Porter!” Her friends, lining the stage, squealed prettily. A loud “booooo” sounded from where the stoner kids were gathered at the edge of the bleachers, followed by a chorus of laughter.
Stellan put his hands in his pockets in a way that could have been casual if the rest of him didn’t look like a tightly coiled spring. “So she has information on the search?”
“The what?” I felt very small looking up at the two of them. It didn’t help that they were ignoring me entirely, and that I was at least two steps behind in the conversation. “What’s the mandate?”
“Or she’s a spy?” Stellan said. “Are the Saxons using American teenagers as spies now?”
“A spy?” I looked around. “Is this a hidden camera show?”
“Of course she’s not a spy.” Jack’s mouth tightened in irritation. “She’s got nothing to do with the mandate. I was sent to find her because she’s related to the Saxons.”
I let out a breath. At least that made sense. “Okay, you do have the wrong person,” I said. “I don’t have any family.”
Jack looked down. The grim set of his jaw looked like it belonged to an entirely different person than the guy who saved my grade in history class, but his eyes softened. “Yes, Avery, you do.”
“I think I’d know—” But I stopped, the tiny locket-sized picture in my memory box springing into my mind. I felt my face go slack.
Jack lowered his voice. “In class you told me you didn’t have any family. Maybe your mother doesn’t, but your father did.”
I had to wet my lips to get words out. “Are you kidding?”
“No,” he said quietly.
My vision darkened at the edges, and I went light-headed. I must have looked like it, too, because Jack put a hand on my elbow.
I blinked up at him. Could this be real? My father was looking for me? After sixteen years, my father actually cared?
“Where is he?” I said, whipping around. “Is he here? Who are you?” Was Jack some kind of private investigator?
Stellan looked up from studying his fingernails and heaved a sigh. “As fascinating as this is, I don’t care. My orders are to find the girl and take her, so I’m going to go ahead and do that.” He took my arm in a death grip.
“What? No!” I tried to pull my arm back.
Jack lunged for me, and Stellan reached under his jacket. A flash of silver glinted in the low light. I did a double take.
“Oh my God,” I whispered. Stellan had pulled out a knife the size of a small sword. I shrank away, but he didn’t let go.
“I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this.” I could hear the smile in his words.
“No you didn’t,” Jack said through clenched teeth.
“You’re right. So much more entertaining this way.”
The microphone screeched. “And now, the Lakehaven High prom king!”
I couldn’t stop staring at the knife. Jack stepped in front of us. “I’m not letting you take her.”
“Oh, right—you’ll want to stay for the prom king announcement. Might have a chance at it this year.” Stellan started to drag me away, knife to my side.
“Quit it!” I finally snapped out of it and fought against his hand, careful to avoid the knife. “Let me go!”
A few curious sets of eyes turned toward us, and I stopped struggling. As much as I wanted to get away from Stellan, I didn’t want to make a scene. I needed to hear what Jack had to say about my father.
“Hey.” I pulled on Stellan’s jacket. If Jack was an investigator, what was Stellan? He cocked his head down at me, but didn’t stop steering me around the edge of the dance floor, past the DJ booth. “If you don’t let me go, I will scream and you will get arrested.” I hoped I sounded more confident than I felt.
A laughing, jostling group of guys walked by and peered curiously at us. With a sigh, Stellan hid the knife.
The second he did, I ripped my arm away and ran to Jack, who had been following us. He tucked me behind his back and surveyed the exits—the front doors, the emergency exit out the back. “The side doors would be the easiest way to get out,” I said, panting. “But are you absolutely sure you have the right person? My father’s name is Alexander Mason.”
Jack’s shoulders tensed.
“What?” I pleaded. “Stop being so cryptic. Just tell me what’s going on.”
“Avery, I’m—” He glanced at me over his shoulder and eyed Stellan, who typed on his phone as a teacher made her rounds past our corner of the gym. Jack let out a breath and turned around. “I’m so sorry. I know very little about your father. I don’t work for him. I work for his family. He’s—it appears he passed away, some time ago. His family didn’t know you existed until recently. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you.”
Passed away. On the stage, the new prom court stood waving, and their faces blurred into one artificially lit grin.
My father was dead. I felt something shift within me, a key turned one click farther in a lock, a compass spun in a new direction. I wasn’t a girl whose father had left. I was a girl whose father was dead.
“You’re sure?” I whispered.
“That’s what I was told.”
It shouldn’t hurt like he was a real person. He’d been dead to us for a long time. But still, my throat burned with the promise of tears. I hadn’t realized how much I still harbored that secret wish of meeting him, and now I never would.
But if Jack was telling the truth, he had family.
Stellan glared daggers at the white-haired teacher who was now chatting about the weather with the very tall and intimidating football coach, not ten feet away from us. I’d be safe for a couple of minutes. I sat down at an abandoned table littered with glitter and streamers and empty punch cups and played with a star-shaped piece of gold confetti. “Do they want to meet my mom, too?”
“I was told to approach you specifically.” Jack pulled out the chair next to me. “Is it possible your mother wouldn’t want you to know about them?”
Yes. It was more than possible.
I’d never made a secret of wishing we had somebody, and she’d never made it a secret that she was bitter about my dad. It must have been easier for her to tell me he had no family than to say I couldn’t meet them. Anger bubbled up hot inside me. I half wanted to call her right now and yell at her. Moving for her job was one thing. Hiding a whole family was another.
“You said distant family?” I asked. Stellan was still watching us. I turned my back to him, facing Jack. “Like, how distant? Siblings? Cousins?”
Jack held up his hands helplessly. “There are quite a few family members. I’m not sure which ones are related to you.”
“Why wouldn’t they just call if they wanted to see me?” A new song started, louder, and I leaned in close to Jack.
“They weren’t sure of your identity, so I was sent to verify the information,” he said.
And then it hit me. Jack Bishop was at Lakehaven High to spy on me. All this time—sitting next to me in class, talking about our families, that photo—had been surveillance. God, he’d probably asked me to prom because the person on the phone told him Stellan would be here tonight. After everything else he’d just told me, it shouldn’t matter, but all of a sudden, I couldn’t meet his eyes. I didn’t want him to see the well of humiliation spilling over in mine.
I stood up abruptly and made my way around the table, running my fingertips over the backs of the chairs. “Then who is he?” I pointed to Stellan. “And who is this family that they’d do that rather than calling? Or e-mailing? Or writing a letter on fancy stationery?”
“They run your world, sweetheart.” Stellan strolled up, slipping his phone into a pocket inside his jacket. I saw that the teachers had left.
Jack jumped to standing. “Stellan.” He cast his eyes toward the group of kids dancing nearest to us. “Not now.”
“Like, they’re in the government?” I’d always pictured my dad as a regular guy who ran from the responsibility of being a father, but maybe his family was rich and powerful, and they’d sent my non–rich and powerful mom off with a little hush money so they wouldn’t have to deal with his illegitimate kid.
“Hey,” a giggling voice said. Three of the prom princesses pounced on Stellan, their sashes proudly displayed against their fake tans and sequined dresses. “Do you go to Brickfield?” Jessa Marin, in a pastel pink gown with wide cutouts at the midriff, batted her eyes and touched his arm.
Jack put a hand on my back and steered me toward the door. I shook him off. “Where are they?” I repeated. “If I agree to meet them, where are we going?”
He didn’t answer, and I turned to see him stopped dead, his face illuminated by the cool blue glare of his phone.
“What?” I said.
Stellan watched us over the heads of the three girls as Jack made a call. Over the music, I heard the very faint ding of voice mail picking up. Jack cursed quietly. “Call me back,” he said, shooting an uneasy glance at Stellan, then at me.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “What’s going on now?”
“I might ask you the same thing,” he said under his breath, then slipped the phone into the breast pocket of his jacket. “Let’s just go. Quickly.”
I twisted my locket around my fingers. “I really don’t know if this is a good idea—”
Jack faced me. “Avery, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to be like this, but they want to know you. You’ll want to know them. I promise, it’ll be all right. I’ll make sure of it.”
If I did this, it wouldn’t be because of promises from him. I wished I could call my mom, but I clearly couldn’t count on her to tell the truth.
Let myself live a little. Wasn’t that what tonight was about? This would be living more than a little. This could change my life.
“All right,” I said. I let go of my locket, and my fingertips tingled. “Okay.”
Jack started toward the door immediately.
Stellan extracted himself from the girls and came after us.
“Is he going to try to hurt us?” I said, glancing backward over my shoulder. “Should you call the police or something?”
Jack didn’t answer, but as we passed the photographer, he slowed and took out his phone again. His eyes darted from the phone, to the gym doors, to the phone . . . to me. “No, he won’t hurt you. He’d get in trouble if he did anything to you.” He clicked his phone off, then rubbed his forearm with his opposite hand and cursed again, not so softly this time. “Go with him.”
I stared at him. “Excuse me?”
Jack scrubbed both hands through his thick dark hair and shot a pained glance at Stellan. “Don’t tell him anything.”
“What? No way. What did that text say?” I was starting to panic. “He doesn’t even work for my family, does he?”
“For you, it’s practically the same,” he murmured. “The Saxons will be there tomorrow, and I will, too. You’ll be fine until then.”
He raised his voice as Stellan approached. “If you’re going to be this difficult, she’s yours,” he said. “We’ll collect her later.”
I glared at Jack. First he’d spied on me, now he was abandoning me? “You can’t just decide to let him have me,” I said. “Tell me where to find my family and I’ll go meet them myself. I have a car.”
Stellan laughed. “She’s funny,” he said, and then turned to me, the smile falling off his face. “Listen, if you are who he claims you are, you’ll meet them soon enough, and everyone will be happy.”
I glared daggers at Jack, whose eyes pleaded with me. It seemed like he was telling the truth about this. If going with Stellan was what I had to do to meet my family, I guessed I would.
“Okay,” I said.
“Finally.” Stellan propelled me toward the back door.
And then I remembered something. Jack had said he’d see me tomorrow. “Where are we going?” I asked Stellan. If we were going as far as Minneapolis or something, my mom really would kill me.
We stepped into the parking lot, and Stellan opened the passenger door of a little black car parked in the principal’s space. I got in. “Parlez-vous fran?ais, cherie?” he said, and slammed the door.