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"Is your father home?" one asked.

"Sure." Simon turned and bellowed, "Dad!"

"He's in the shower," I called, withdrawing so the cops wouldn't see me.

"Huh," Simon said. "Just a sec. I'll get him."

He slammed the door, then very carefully locked it. He ran down the hall, thumping as loud as he could, yelling, "Dad! There are a couple police officers here to see you!"

He slowed, quieting his footsteps and slipped into the kitchen, whispering. "Now what?"

It wouldn't be long before the cops figured out Dad wasn't coming. If they were here with a warrant for my arrest, then I was pretty sure they could break in to find me, especially since they'd already heard my voice. We had to get out.

The house didn't have a back door or a garage. Sneaking out the side wouldn't be safe. So Simon grabbed our bags and jackets as I took out the screen on the dining room window. I waved Simon through. It was a tight squeeze for me, but I made it.

As we crossed the back yard, heading for the tool shed, I could hear the cops talking on the porch. It was just small talk at first, then one said, "Ring it again."

"I just did," the other replied. "And it's gotten very quiet in there."

"s.h.i.+t. Better call it in."

I waved Simon behind the shed. When he went for the rear fence, I shook my head and whispered that I was listening to the cops.

"We're stuck outside the house," the one said to his supervisor. He explained what had happened so far, then said, "How long do you want us to wait before going in?" He paused. "I know." Pause. "I know. But considering what we're dealing with, a little caution is in order, don't you think?"

The hair on my neck rose. I shook it off. No reason to freak out. They meant they were dealing with a kid with a history of violence and possible steroid use.

"Fine, we'll go in. But we want backup on the way. Got it?" Pause. "No, right now or I don't budge from this spot."

He hung up.

"What'd she say?" his partner asked.

"She wants you to go around and cover the back, in case they bolt."

I backed up behind the shed fast. The gate squeaked as one cop came into the yard. Simon frowned at me.

"They're afraid we'll bolt," I whispered.

His frown grew. I knew what he was thinking. If these guys had come to arrest me-or ask Dad to bring me into the station to be charged-then that was serious, but not the kind of thing that would make a normal man-especially a lawyer-grab his kids and go on the run.

Was I sure these were cops? The uniforms said so, but I couldn't get close enough to see how real they looked. And the unmarked car with uniformed officers seemed a little weird.

They hadn't said a word about Dad specifically. Did they know he wasn't here . . . because they worked for the people who'd taken him, and were now coming back for us? But wouldn't it have been safer to come last night? Wouldn't they have been concerned that we'd leave? Or report Dad missing?

"Derek?"

I ran my hand through my hair. Too many d.a.m.ned questions. My brain doesn't deal well with ambiguity.

"Did you get a good look at those cops?"

"Sure."

"Was their uniform right? For the local police?"

"Huh? I guess so . . ."

Being an artist, Simon pays more attention to detail than I do. He'd have noticed if they were state cops, but I doubted he'd seen the local ones often enough to say, "Hey, that badge isn't right."

I looked around. The chain-link fence Simon had started climbing earlier was our best way out of the yard. I peered at the house behind us. The windows were dark. Did that mean the neighbors were gone already? Or not up yet? I had no idea-our rear neighbors could be a family with kids or old people, and I wouldn't know. Never paid any attention. I should have. I really should have.

I listened. Everything seemed quiet in the house behind ours-whether they were away or asleep, we'd be safe as long as we were careful. I waved for Simon to go as I stood watch. I followed over the fence, then we snuck along to the street.

Eleven.

"Now what?" Simon murmured as we reached the sidewalk.

"Act normal, like we're heading into school early for a practice."

I took out my cell.

"Who're you calling?" he asked.

I motioned for him to wait, then dialed information. When I asked for the local police, they put me right through. Growing up fast means I don't sound like a kid a few weeks from his sixteenth birthday, so when I asked for Detective Fulbright, the dispatcher put me right through. It rang three times, then voicemail picked up.

"That didn't do any good," I muttered as I hung up.

Simon arched his brows.

"I was trying to find out if the detective sent those guys," I said.

"You don't think they're real cops?"

I shrugged. "They probably are."

We walked half a block, then Simon said, "You know who we shouldcall. Andrew. Dad said if we were ever in trouble-"

"If you thought that still applied, you'd have brought this up last night."

"I know we haven't seen Andrew in a couple of years-"

"After he and Dad had a big fight."

"But they're still in contact," Simon said. "And Dad never said we should stop using him as an emergency contact."

"Maybe it was implied."

Simon fell silent. I knew that didn't mean he was giving up, just that he wasn't sure of his position on the matter. Neither was I. When we were little, Andrew Carson was Dad's best friend. They used to work together, so Dad said if we were ever in trouble, that's who we should go to. But a couple of years ago, they had a falling out. They still talked and Andrew sent us birthday and Christmas gifts. We just didn't visit anymore.

Did that mean we shouldn't call him? I wasn't sure, and I suspected the reason I hadn't suggested it already was that I wasn't all that comfortable with the idea of running to Andrew.

Simon had always been Andrew's favorite and sometimes I felt like . . . I don't know. I guess I'm touchy about that, especially considering Andrew knows I'm a werewolf. I can't help jumping to the conclusion that'swhat makes him hold back, when the truth is that Simon's just a whole lot easier to like.

So I said we should call Andrew.

"No, you're right," he said. "We will, if we need to, but there's that guy in Albany we can try first. The one who got Dad his job. He knows about us. Maybe he can help. Before we do that, though, we should find out if those guys at the house are really cops. Because if they aren't, then they must be the ones who took Dad, so we should follow them."

"How? Run after the car really, really fast?"

He gave me a look. " Driveobviously. We have Dad's keys. You look old enough that no one's going to pull you over."

He had a point.

"Let me call the department again," I said. "I'll-"

A cop car rolled around the corner-a real one, complete with decals. I grabbed Simon's arm, but it was too late to get away before they saw us.

I tried to keep walking, calmly, as the car approached. The officers looked our way, then the car rolled past.

Simon let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, cut short by a quick intake of breath. I followed his gaze to the car's brake lights, flas.h.i.+ng red. The tires chirped as the car stopped on the wet road.

"Run?" Simon whispered.

I shook my head. The car turned around and came back. The officer behind the wheel rolled down his window.

"Derek Brown?"

My last name was Souza, but Brown was the one on my ID, and I'd been using it so long that I probably wouldn't even answer to Souza.

"Detective Fulbright has been trying to get hold of your dad," the cop said when I nodded.

"He should be at home."

I held my breath, waiting for him to say a car had already been there. When he didn't, Simon leaned forward and said, "We saw a car heading over there. Looked like an unmarked cruiser. We figured they were going to talk to him."

When the cop said he didn't know anything about that, Simon grinned. "Good, because we thought maybe they were coming to arrest Derek. Just our luck, they'd come roaring up once we got to school."

The cop a.s.sured him they wouldn't do anything like that. "If they decided to charge him, your dad can bring him in."

"No handcuffs and sirens? d.a.m.n."

The cop laughed and chatted with Simon. He was a good enough guy. Dad said most cops were-it was just the bad ones you remembered.

Simon promised we'd phone Dad and remind him about calling the detective, and the cop asked Simon about the basketball game last night, having heard he was on the team. I knew Simon was doing the right thing, chatting the guy up, not acting the least bit suspicious, but I couldn't help looking around, wanting to get going.

As I stared down the empty road, a blue sedan crossed the intersection, the windows so dark I couldn't see who was in it, but I knew anyway-the so-called cops from the house. They stopped halfway through the intersection, as if they'd seen us.

Simon was still yapping with the cop. I walked behind him and reached for the back door handle, as if the cop had told me to get in, and the sedan sped off.

"We should be going," I said. "I'm in enough trouble at school without being late."

Simon checked his watch and swore. The officer offered us a lift, but Simon said having me dropped off by the cops was probably not a good idea and the guy agreed, saying he was sure everything would work out. Then he left.

We jogged to the end of the road. I told Simon about the sedan, but there was no sign of it.

"We should get the van," he said.

"And do what? Drive around aimlessly, hope we see the car again?"

"Why not? If those weren't cops, they have Dad."

I wasn't sure I agreed, but the set of Simon's mouth said he wasn't giving in on this. He needed those guys to be the ones who had Dad. It was the only solid lead we had.

So I said okay and we walked back to the house as fast as we dared. When we got close, we could see the driveway. It was empty.

"No," Simon whispered. He jogged forward, getting a better look, just in case, murmuring, "No, no, no," under his breath.

The minivan was gone.

When we got to the side door, it was still locked. Simon opened it while I peered through the windows, looking for signs of anyone inside. Simon glanced at me and I nodded, so he opened the door. I walked past him into the house. I checked the table where Dad had left the car keys. They were gone.

Simon brushed past me into the kitchen.

"They took his cell phone, too."

I headed to the bedroom. The half-packed suitcases we'd left on the floor were gone.

"Who is this?" Simon said from the kitchen.

I raced in there so fast I almost tripped. Simon was on his cell phone.

"I know someone's there," he said.

I took the phone from him and punched the End b.u.t.ton.

"Hey!" He grabbed for it. "I was-"

"-calling Dad's number to see who answered."

"And someone did. They didn't say anything, but they were there."

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