Book 1 - Page 82 (2/2)
”I don't have a car here, though,” Warren told Adam. ”We ran about three miles as the crow flies to get here.”
”Shawn?” I said, trying to keep my voice as quiet as everyone else's had been. ”You told me that there was an old truck around her somewhere that was easy to hot-wire? If you can tell me where to look for it, I can hot-wire it so Warren can get us out of here.”
”On the far side of the warehouse, away from everyone else's cars,” he said.
I started off alone, but Warren and Jesse were soon on my heels. The truck was the only car on the far side of the warehouse. Parked in the center of the pale illumination of one of the warehouse's exterior lights, was a 69 Chevy, painted some dark color that glittered. Someone was going to be very unhappy to see his toy missing-if he survived Adam's wrath.
But that wasn't my problem. My problem was how to hot-wire a car when my right arm was broken. I'd been keeping it tucked against my side, but that wasn't going to be enough for much longer. The pain was steadily getting worse and making me light-headed.
”Do you know how to hot-wire a car?” I asked Warren hopefully, as we approached the truck.
”I'm afraid not.”
”How about you, Jesse?”
She looked up. ”What?”
”Do you know how to hot-wire a car?” I asked again, and she shook her head. She smelled of fear, and I thought of how she had clung to her father.
”That guard tonight,” I said.
She looked puzzled for a minute, then flushed and hunched her shoulders.
”He's not going to bother anyone ever again.”
”He was the dead werewolf?” I couldn't read the expression on her face. ”That's why you killed him?” She frowned suddenly. ”That's why Dad shot him like that. How did he know? He was unconscious-and you didn't say anything to him.”
”I didn't need to,” I answered, and tried to explain that moment of perfect understanding, where a gesture had told Adam everything he needed to know. ”He saw it in my face, I suppose.” I turned to Warren and handed him the. 44 so I could do my best with the truck.