“Yes.”
“When?”
I calculated how much time I needed to find Logan and lead him to level four. I hoped Anne-Jade would cover my shift again. “Around hour forty-two.”
“See you then.” He slipped from the room.
I waited a moment just in case an upper saw him leaving the room and investigated. Diving behind the couch probably wouldn’t be the best hiding place, but it was better than being caught half-way inside the air duct. After enough time elapsed, I set the ladder under the vent. But before I climbed, I snuggled Sheepy back in his protective spot under Mama Sheepy.
On my way to find Logan, one of Jacy’s guys bumped into me. He slipped me two listening devices without a word and ambled on his way. Laughter echoed through the hallways and people lingered in small groups, talking. The tension in the lower levels had eased.
After a few moments, I realized why. The number of Pop Cops patrolling the area had dropped to normal. As I hurried to Logan’s barrack, scrubs tried to catch my gaze. A few smiled at me with hope shining in their eyes and others cocked an eyebrow with a questioning look.
For the first time, I was the center of attention. Everyone watched me as if I was a bomb. Would I explode and cause a disaster or would I pop and cause a miracle? The pressure of their stares squeezed my chest until my lungs wheezed with the effort to draw a breath.
Pop Cop spies still worked among us. It amazed me that they hadn’t discovered my involvement. Perhaps Karla waited for me to make a mistake. Right now she had no evidence I was involved in Broken Man’s disappearance, but if she stalked mefor a few weeks, she would eventually catch me breaking the rules. Hard to believe, but breathing became more difficult, and I wished for simpler weeks. My lonely life in the pipes seemed a distant and pleasant memory.
I met Logan and Anne-Jade as they entered the barrack. Odd hour shifts had finished and even would begin soon.
Logan’s light greenish-brown eyes sparkled. “Time to play?”
Anne-Jade shot him a sour look.
“Meet me in corridor A2-5 in one hour,” I told him. “Anne-Jade, can you cover my shift?”
“Sure.” She met my gaze. “Please don’t let anything happen to him.”
“I’ll try.” My mouth went dry.
“Hey,” Logan said with indigence. “I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself.”
“Are you kidding?” Anne-Jade shot back. “If it wasn’t for me, you’d be late for everything. Too busy playing with your toys.”
I left. The sounds of their mock argument followed me from the barracks. One of Jacy’s men waited in the hallway. He fell into step beside me.
“Boss wants to see you,” he said.
“When?”
“Now.”
“I can’t, my shift’s starting. Tell him I’ll stop by later.”
He wrapped his strong fingers around my right elbow. “You’ll see him now.” He pulled me along.
I squawked in protest, but he stared straight ahead. Twice my size, I knew I couldn’t pry his grip off, but I could jab him with a screwdriver. My left hand closed on the tool.
“I wouldn’t do it,” he said. “It would…annoy me.”
Interesting choice of words. I rationalized my cowardice and decided to wait. After all, there was no sense making a scene.
Jacy held court in his corner of Sector D1’s barrack. At least six unhappy expressions turned to me as my companion delivered me to his boss. My worry switched from the man clamped on my elbow to Jacy’s livid face.
“I knew it would happen eventually,” Jacy said. The muscles along his arms quivered and his eyes held a wild shine. “I just wasn’t…prepared.” He swallowed and his anger eased a bit.
“What happened?” I braced for the answer.
“I want to blame you, but I can’t.” He looked away.
