Part 28 (2/2)
”Some of the Smokies already suspected me. So when I heard you guys coming, I tried to get out of town. I didn't want to be around when everyone realized what was happening. In case they got mad at me.”
”Self-preservation. Well, at least you're good at something.”
”I didn't ask to come here.”
”No, and you took your time, too.” Dr. Cable leaned back, making a steeple of her long, thin fingers.
”How long have you been here exactly?”
Tally forced herself to cough again, wondering if she dared lie. Her voice, still harsh and uneven from inhaling the pepper, wasn't likely to give her away. And although Dr. Cable's office back in the city might be one big lie detector, this table and chair were solid wood, without any tricks inside.
But Tally hedged. ”Not that long.”
”You didn't get here as quickly as I'd hoped.”
”I almost didn't make it at all. And when I did, it was ages after my birthday. That's why they suspected me.”
Dr. Cable shook her head. ”I suppose I should have been worried about you, out in the wild all alone.
Poor Tally.”
”Thanks for your concern.”
”I'm sure you would have used the pendant if you'd gotten into any real trouble. Self-preservation being your one skill.”
Tally sneered. ”Unless I'd fallen off a cliff. Which almost happened.”
”We still would have come for you. If the pendant had been damaged, it would have sent a signal automatically.”
The words sunk in slowly:If the pendant had been damaged... Tally gripped the edge of the table, trying not to show any emotion.
Dr. Cable narrowed her eyes. She might not have machines to read Tally's voice and heartbeat and sweat, but her own perceptions were alert. She'd chosen those words to provoke a reaction. ”Speaking of which, where is it?”
Tally's fingers went to her neck. Of course, Dr. Cable had noticed the pendant's absence immediately.
Her questions had been leading to this moment. Tally's brain raced for an answer. The handcuffs were off. She had to get out of there, to the trading post. Hopefully, her hoverboard still lay on the roof, unfolded and charging in the morning sun. ”I hid it,” she said. ”I was scared.”
”Scared of what?”
”Last night, after I was sure this really was the Smoke, I activated the pendant. But they have this thing that detects bugs. They found the one on my board-the one you put there without telling me.”
Dr. Cable smiled, spreading her hands helplessly.
”That almost blew the whole thing,” Tally continued. ”So after I activated the pendant, I got scared they'd know a transmission had been sent. I hid it, in case they came looking.”
”I see. A certain amount of intelligence sometimes accompanies a strong sense of self-preservation. I'm glad you decided to help us.”
”Like I had a choice?”
”You always had a choice, Tally. But you made the right choice. You decided to come here and find your friend, to save her from a life of being ugly. You should be happy about that.”
”I'm thrilled.”
”So pugnacious, you uglies. Well, you'll be growing up soon.”
A chill went down Tally's spine at the words. To Dr. Cable, ”growing up” meant having your brain changed.
”There's just one more thing you have to do for me, Tally. Do you mind getting the pendant from where you've hidden it? I don't like to leave loose ends lying around.”
Tally smiled. ”I'd be happy to.”
”This officer will accompany you.” Dr. Cable lifted a finger, and a Special appeared at her side. ”And just to keep you safe from your Smokey friends, we'll make it look like you've been a brave resistor.”
The Special pulled Tally's hands together behind her back, and she felt plastic bite into her wrists again.
She took a breath, her pulse pounding in her head, then forced herself to say, ”Whatever.”
”This way.”
Tally led the Special toward the trading post, taking in the situation. The Smoke had been beaten into silence. Fires were left to burn freely. Some were already exhausted, clouds of smoke still rising from the blackened wood and swirling through the camp.
A few faces turned to look up with suspicion at Tally. She was the only Smokey still walking around.
Everyone else was on the ground, handcuffed and under guard, most of them gathered near the rabbit pen.
She tried to give those who saw her a grim smile, hoping they noticed that she was handcuffed just like they were.
When they reached the trading post, Tally looked up. ”I hid it on the roof.”
The Special eyed the building suspiciously. ”All right, then,” he said. ”You wait here. Sit down and don't stand up.”
She shrugged, kneeling carefully.
The Special swung himself onto the roof with an ease that made Tally s.h.i.+ver. How was she going to overcome this cruel pretty? Even if her hands weren't tied, he was bigger, stronger, faster.
A moment later, his head stuck out over the edge. ”Where is it?”
”Under the rapchuck.”
”The what?”
”Therapchuck. You know, the old-fas.h.i.+oned thingie where the roofline connects with the abbers.n.a.t.c.h.”
”What the h.e.l.l are you talking about?”
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