Gone (Gone #1)(66)

Astrid had the electronic key they'd made on that first night. She found the suite, opened the door, and collapsed inside onto the bed.

She lay there, panting, staring up at the blank ceiling. The bed was soft. The air-conditioning hummed—

She could explain away the words Drake had put in her mouth. They were meaningless words. Just words. Little Pete didn't care.

But she could not explain away :he fear. It shamed her. She put a cold hand to her face, to see if it really was as hot as it was in her imagination.

"Where are we going, Sam?" Quinn asked anxiously. They were moving a! an easy lope, not an all-out run, but a jog they could sustain.

Sam was leading them straight through town, straight through the plaza, as if indifferert to pursuit.

"We're going to find Astrid before Drake does" Sam said. "Let's go check her house."

"No. The good thing about a genius is, you don't have to wonder if she's doing the stupid thing. She'll know she has to get out of her house"

"Where would she go?"

Sam thought for a moment."Power plant"

"The power plant?"

"Yeah. So we're going to grab a boat and head up the coast"

"Okay But, brah ... I mean, dude, shouldn't we be a little more sneaky instead of just running right through town?"

Sam didn't answer him. Part of the reason he was going in a straight line rather than being sneaky was that he hoped to pick up Edilio at the fire station. The other was that he needed to know whether Quinn would betray him the first chance he got.

And there was a matter of tactics that Sam understood intuitively: Caine had more power, so Sam would need more speed. The longer he let the game go on, the more likely it was that Caine would win.

They reached the fire station, Edilio was sitting in the cab of the fire engine with the engine running. He spotted Sam and Quinn and leaned out of the window. "Good timing, man, I'm going to try it out, take it on a .. ." He fell silent when he saw Sam's blood-streaked face.

"Edilio. Come on. We have to go."

"Okay, man. just let me get—"

"No. I mean right now. Drake's looking for Astrid, He's going to kill her"

Edilio jumped down from the fire engine. "Where to?"

"The marina. We're going to take a boat. I think Astrid will head for the power plant."

The three of them jogged toward the marina* Sam knew that Ore and Howard were up at the school with Caine. Drake was on his way to Astrid's house. That would leave a few thugs still roaming loose, but Sam wasn't too worried about any of them.

They spotted Mallet and a Coates kid lounging on the steps of town half Neither challenged them as they ran past.

The marina wasn't large, just forty slips, about half of them full. There was a drydock, and the rattling, rusty, tin warehouse that had once been a cannery and now housed boat-repair shops. A lot of boats were up out of the water on blocks, looking ungainly and like a stiff breeze might topple them.

No one was there. No one was blocking their path, "What do we take?" Sam wondered. He had reached his first goal, but he knew nothing about boats. He looked to

Edilio and got a shrug.

"Okay. Something that will carry five people. Motorboat. With a full lank of gas. Quinn, take the boats on the right, Edilio, left. I'll go to the end of the dock and work back. Go"

They split up and started working their way along, jumping into each likely looking boat, looking for keys, trying to figure out how to check the gas as time ticked away

In his mind's eye Sam saw Drake searching Astrid's house. A gun in his hand. He would be slowed down a little by fear that Astrid and Little Pete would simply teleport again. Drake wouldn't know that Little Pete was not really in control of his powers, so he would try to be stealthy, he would be patient

That was good. The more uncertainty Drake had, the slower he'd go.

Suddenly an engine roared to life. Sam jumped back onto the dock from the boat he'd been exploring. He raced back along the dock and found Quinn sitting proudly in a Boston Whaler, an open motorboat.

"She's gassed up," Quinn said over the sluggish chugging of the engine,

"Good job, man," Sam said. He jumped into the boat beside Quinn. "Edilio, cast off."

Edilio whipped the ropes off the cleats and jumped in. "I gotta warn you, man: I get seasick."

"Not our biggest problem, huh?" Sam said.

"I started it, but I don't know how to drive it "Quinn said.

"Neither do I" Sam admitted. "But I guess I'm going to learn."

"Hey. Hey" It was Ore's booming voice. "Don't you pull away"

Ore, Howard, and Panda were at the end of the dock. "Mallet,"Sam said."He saw us. He must have told them" The three bullies started running.

Sam looked frantically at the controls. The engine was chugging, the boat, unmoored, was drifting away from the dock, but too slowly. Even Ore could easily jump the gap.

"Throttle" Edilio said, pointing at a red-tipped lever, "That makes it go"

"Yeah. Hang on."

Sam moved the throttle up a notch. The boat surged forward and slammed into a piling. Sam was knocked almost but not quite off his teet. Edilio snatched at the railing and held on tight. Quinn sat down hard in the bow.