Traveler (Traveler #1)(56)

Ben shouted, I scrambled to grab with my other hand, and Ben’s hands closed over my wrists as he pulled hard. I came back over the wall, landing in a heap on the rooftop.

I can’t speak just yet, and I can hear Ben panting from the adrenaline and exertion. I manage to sit up.

“I’m okay,” I gasp. “I’m okay.”

“I’m so sorry,” the photo lady stammers.

“Did—did I break your phone?” I ask her.

“No, it’s fine. Are you sure you’re okay?”

I get up to my feet, but keep my hands on my knees, breathing deeply. I nod. “I’m a little scraped up, but I’m okay.”

Ben is on his feet again as well, and he pulls me full into his arms again, hugging me tight.

“You scared me to death!” he exclaims. “I think you just took ten years off my life!”

He pushes me back at arm’s length, looking me up and down.

“Are you okay? I thought we were gonna have to scrape you off the sidewalk with a spatula or something.”

“Me too.” I nod. “I think I wrecked my shoulder again.” I give it a rub as I rotate it gingerly.

“It’s not out of its socket,” Ben says, pushing my hand away so he can push and probe. I smack his hand in retaliation.

“That hurts.”

He reaches into his pocket, digging out his truck keys. “Let’s go get you checked out, just to be sure.”

“No.” I shake my head. “It’s just sore. I still have medicine I can take for it, if it gets worse. Let’s just go home.”

“You’re sure you don’t want me to call an ambulance?” Photo Lady asks.

“No, really—I’m okay. Just a little shaken.”

I look back toward the wall, and the handbag is gone. Whoever wants me dead, it definitely isn’t Ben. And they were right here, somewhere in the crowd. I scan the group, but I’m not seeing anyone suspicious. Several people have left, since this was the last stop on the tour anyway, and I’d brought the presentation to a stop.

As Ben leads me toward the stairs, the lady from the historical society reaches out, grasping my hand.

“Oh, honey,” she says, shaking her head. “You have the worst luck.”

I stare at the edge of the roof, three stories off the ground. I can’t go on like this. I’m not going to let someone kill me in front of Ben, or Finn, or my parents … or Danny. I’m not going to let someone kill me, period. Something has got to be done.

And something tells me it’s going to have to be me doing it.





31

Side by Side

“Jessa! It’s time for you to go to bed!” Danny says.

I am lying on my dad’s couch, and it’s nearly midnight. Ben brought me here over two hours ago, and my mind is still whirring between my memories of the ball and my other memories of nearly dying on a rooftop.

“What are you doing up?” I ask Danny. “You have work tomorrow. You should be in bed.”

“I heard a noise and saw Finn,” he tells me. “I was going to let him inside. It’s cold.”

“Finn is outside?” I sit up. “Where?”

“By the shed,” Danny says. “I think he likes it there.”

I move across to the sliding glass door that leads out to the patio and open it slowly, shivering a little in the cold night air. The shed is off the patio, but there’s a four-foot gap between the back of it and the house.

“Finn!” I call in a loud whisper.

I see the shadows shift, and Finn emerges from behind the shed. He glances around to make sure he’s not being seen and walks quietly up to the door.

“What are you doing up?” he whispers. “You should be in bed.”

“Danny saw you.”

“Oh. Sorry.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, and I smile.

“Why are you behind my dad’s shed?” I ask.

He rocks back and forth on his heels, but he doesn’t say anything. It finally dawns on me.

“You don’t have anywhere to stay,” I realize. “Because you don’t have a counterpart here.”

“No.”

“But when Rudy brought you here—didn’t he give you money or anything?”

“He did. He had money and clothing and a room at the YMCA waiting for me, but I wanted to stay close tonight. To keep an eye on you.” His eyes slink away, and I wonder if he’s still worried about Ben.

“Hi, Finn!” Danny says from right behind me.

“Danny, go to bed,” I say, without looking at him. “It’s late.”

“Okay. Bye, Finn.” He waves.

“Good night, Danny,” Finn replies. “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow!” Danny echoes, as he walks down the hall to his room.

I turn back to Finn. “Come on,” I say, keeping my voice low so my father doesn’t wake up. “You can hang in my room for the night.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Finn, it’s freezing out here.”

“It’s not so bad,” he says, but I can see his breath when he says it.

“Yes, it is,” I say. He stares at me a minute, deciding.