We had made it to the door of the little plane, and Corb somehow folded down into the thing. He helped first Quinten, then me onto the plane and into our seats. Neds and Corb were sitting in the cargo area just behind us, strapping Abraham in securely.
Corb reached over and locked the hatch. “Take us up, Sadie,” he called.
She gave a thumbs-up from the pilot’s seat and eased the little craft out across the water. The engine grew louder; the night whisked past the windows. The little plane bobbled slightly, straining for her wings. Then she lifted into the air, heading for the distant sky.
“Is Abraham going to be all right?” I asked Quinten.
“He’ll need blood,” he said. “And a chemical wash to try to neutralize the Shelley dust. It won’t kill him not to have it, but he won’t be conscious until he does.”
“Blood,” I said. “Sure. I’ll just put it on my to-do list.” I rubbed my fingers through my hair, only to find the pins and jewels there. I began plucking them out and dropping them into my duffel. I hoped they were real. We could use the money.
Quinten shook his head and smiled. “Don’t worry, little sister. We’ll get through this.”
“Because we’re House Brown and so terribly resourceful?” I asked.
“No,” Quinten said, settling back in his seat and closing his eyes. “Because we are Cases. And we are going to change the world.”
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INFINITY BELL
Abraham was sitting, covered in sweat, his hair finger-combed off his forehead. He had on pants and boots. Quinten was just tying off a knot in a bandage he’d wrapped over both Abraham’s shoulders and around his chest and stomach.
Gloria looked up from where she was putting things away onto a shelf.
“We’ve been made,” Left Ned said. “In the shop. Domek. Assassin. Run. Now. You want to get out of here quick, Gloria. He’s armed.”
“Domek?” Abraham said. “Are you sure?”
“More than.”
“How long until he can get back here?” Quinten asked as he quickly shoved medical supplies into a duffel Gloria had tossed to him.
“Can’t get in from the front,” Gloria said. “Did he come into the shop?”
“Yes.” Neds glanced around the room and stuffed his pockets with a couple jars of pills.
“He’ll realize there’s no access in five minutes or less,” she said. “How quickly he gets in here depends on how much firepower he’s packing.”
I jogged over to Abraham and helped him into a shirt, flannel, and jacket.
His hands were trembling. He was kicking off an awful lot of heat even though he was shivering.
Fever.
“Can you stand?” I asked as I helped him up off the table. “Can you run?”
His eyes tightened, and he hissed air between his teeth. “I’m fine,” he gasped, one arm pressed against his stomach. “Let’s move.”
“Any other doors in here besides the one to the parking lot?” Right Ned asked.
“Basement,” Gloria said, pulling a coat off a shelf and pulling into it. “This way.” She ran off toward the hall Neds and I had just come in from.
