We all rushed forward.
Above the ladder hung a square of night sky speckled with stars. A pale shaft of moonlight oozed through the opening.
A way out. I almost cried with joy.
Shelton tested, one, two, then shot up the rungs. Hi followed.
Slinging Coop over one shoulder, Ben went next. I was right on his heels, ready to catch the dog should Ben stumble.
The ladder ended in a bunker so small the five of us barely fit. Its window slit faced north, toward the harbor.
My flare was still burning.
I drank in the night air, senses blazing, terror slowly receding.
"Where are we?" Hi asked.
"Across Morris, on the Schooner Creek side." Ben was scanning the terrain. "This must be one of the sand hills."
We were perched high above the waterline, overlooking the northern tip of the island. Big pie-faced moon. With my canine vision, the landscape was lit up like high noon.
"Look!"
Shelton pointed northeast toward our clubhouse. Two hundred yards away, just off the shoreline, four men struggled to load a bundle onto a skiff.
"Jesus. Look at that bag." Hi's voice cracked.
The shape. The bulk. The way the men strained.
My front teeth clamped onto my lower lip.
As we watched, the skiff rose on a wave and the bundle lurched sideways. The men struggled to regain control. One corner of the wrapping slipped loose.
A bright yellow sneaker popped into view.
My breath caught in my throat.
Dr. Marcus Karsten.
The shots.
The dead weight hitting the floor.
No! It couldn't be true.
Karsten was the one person who had understood. The one person who might've reversed the changes that had altered our bodies.
I almost cried in despair. Karsten's death closed a door. Our last hope had been murdered.
But why? What threat did he pose? And to whom?
The men finally hauled their gruesome cargo onto the boat. An engine kicked to life. Our attackers put to sea.
We watched until the skiff disappeared over the horizon, our eyes glowing gold in the darkness.
PART FOUR:
INSIGHT
CHAPTER 55
I returned to my workstation. I'd blown it in stunning fashion.
Jason said nothing, but his jaw was tight. Hannah avoided my eyes. Across the room, Team Madison snickered and whispered.
My presentation had been a disaster. I'd stumbled through explanations, confused figures, forgotten the significance of my findings.
Even Mrs. Davis was looking at me sideways.
It was a world-class foul-up, but I found it hard to care. After the previous night's catastrophe, everything else seemed trivial.
Karsten was dead. Murdered. There was no one alive who could help us now.
Concentrate on class work? I was a mutant freak. And masked men were hunting me. I'd only come to school because I was afraid to stay home alone.
I hadn't said a word to Kit. How could I? We didn't have Karsten's body.
Just as we hadn't had Heaton's body.
The Virals had agreed not to repeat our earlier blunder. We were tired of adults looking at us like we were nut jobs. Or liars.
But the fact remained. Someone wanted us dead.
The knot in my gut tightened.
Why?
You know why. You found Katherine Heaton.
But why would the killer persist? The skeleton was gone. Not a soul believed our story. We had no evidence. We could identify no one.
The murderer had nothing to worry about. The Heaton case wasn't in danger of being cracked.
And yet we were targets.
I'm missing something.
Who would risk shooting four kids? It was crazy. A quadruple homicide involving Bolton Prep students would make the headlines for months. Every resource would be thrown at the investigation. The risk of capture would be enormous.
We must be forcing the killer's hand. Which meant we were getting close.
But how? We had zilch. Zip. Nada. Bupkes.
My thoughts flashed back to our confrontation with Karsten. His answers had unlocked the secret of our illness. I finally understood why my body was out of control.
A designer virus had mangled my genetic code.
Shudder.
Deep in my core, inside my cells' nuclei, wolf DNA intermingled with my own. The idea terrified me. What would come next? What if I completely lost control?
But I have powers, I reminded myself. I can do things others can't.
I can flare.
Except I didn't understand how to turn those powers on and off. Didn't know how to use them. And Karsten could never fulfill his promise to help. Would never have a chance. He'd sacrificed his life to save ours.
We Virals were on our own.
Flying solo.
Only one course of action made sense. We had to solve Heaton's murder. Find the evidence. Expose the killers before we became their next victims. Perhaps then we'd find the answers that died with Karsten.
But time was running out.
After the final bell, I waited for Chance on the front steps. He was late.
I paced, edgy. The fingerprint was our only lead. If Chance had struck out, I was uncertain what to do next.