Raven Rise

SECOND EARTH

Courtney and Mark sat behind the samelong table in the Stony Brook police station where they had been interrogated years before by Captain Hirsch. It was Chief Hirsch now. Both Mark and Courtney remembered him as being a good guy. A friend. He was genuinely concerned back then about what had happened to Bobby and his family. They trusted him. Not anymore.

Hirsch wasn’t an enemy, but he and the Stony Brook police were standing in the way of their mission to derail Naymeer and the Ravinians. Mark and Courtney knew that whatever happened, they had to keep the police away from Bobby and Alder.

Hirsch had left them alone in the simple, bland room for over an hour before rejoining them. The whole time, Mark and Courtney didn’t say a word to each other. They knew they were being watched from behind the two-way mirror that took up most of one wall. When Hirsch finally entered, he came in with a uniformed officer who went immediately to the back of the room and stood with his arms folded. Hirsch brought Mark and

Courtney sodas and chips. Neither cared. Neither ate. Hirsch took off his gray suit jacket and sat down in the chair across from the two friends.

“So?” he said casually. “Where have you guys been?”

It was such a simple question that had an impossibly complicated answer.

Courtney jumped in first. “I just took off,” she said bluntly. “I was going through a lot at home, you know, with getting injured and all. When Mark’s parents died, it was just too much to handle. So I left. It was wrong, I know. What can I say?”

“Where did you go?” Hirsch asked, sipping on a Coke.

“New York,” Courtney answered. She wanted to keep as many elements of the truth as possible in her story, in case she slipped up. “I stayed in different places. Worked some odd jobs. You know, just to get by.”

“We can check on that, you know,” Hirsch said bluntly.

“Do you really care that much?” Courtney asked.

Mark winced. He was afraid Courtney would get combative and say something foolish. Hirsch didn’t answer her. Instead he turned to Mark. “How about you, Mark?” Hirsch asked. “I’m very sorry about your parents by the way.”

“Thanks,” Mark said softly. He had to play the role of a grieving son who had lost his parents in an air disaster. “We were together. Courtney and I. We were just hanging out, you know?”

“Okay, why?”

“I don’t know,” Mark said evasively. “It’s tough losing your parents and finding out you’re alone in the world. I didn’t want to live with my aunt in Maryland.”

“He’s my friend,” Courtney added. “I was helping him get his head back on straight.”

“Without telling your parents?”

“If you were my father, would you have let me go?”

Hirsch nodded thoughtfully. “Why did you break into Alexander Naymeer’s house?”

Mark was about to answer, but Courtney sat forward, cutting him off. “We didn’t. Why would he say that? We were hanging around outside, but we didn’t break in. Does he have proof? Were things stolen?”

“Uh, yes, a car.”

That made Courtney hesitate. Her plan was to deny everything. She didn’t think Naymeer wanted any of this to get out either.

“You think we stole it?” Courtney asked. “Prove it!”

“We found the car submerged at the bottom of the boat ramp at the Signet Marina,” Hirsch answered with no emotion.

“That doesn’t mean we took it,” Courtney shot back. “We ran away. So what? We didn’t do anything wrong. We don’t owe anybody any explanations.”

Mark put his hand on Courtney’s arm to calm her down.

Hirsch didn’t react. He simply looked back and forth between the two.

“You’re both seventeen,” he finally said. “You’re minors. You go missing for four months, then suddenly show up out of nowhere, along with a guy who dropped off the face of the earth almost four years ago. A guy whose entire family disappeared almost four years ago. I’d say you owe people a lot of explanations.”

Courtney pulled away from Mark and stood up. “This isn’t about us,” she barked. “It’s about Bobby. That’s who you really want to know about, isn’t it?”

Mark gave Courtney a wide-eyed look that screamed, “Shut up!”

“I’m not your enemy, Courtney,” Hirsch said calmly. “Then stop treating us like you are!”

Hirsch sized the two of them up. It seemed to Mark that he was debating about how to proceed.

“I don’t know what happened at the Naymeer compound,” Hirsch said. “They aren’t filing charges, so it’s not a criminal matter.”

“Good!” Courtney declared. “Then we can go.” She went for the door. It was locked. She rattled the handle and turned back to Hirsch petulantly.

“Don’t we get lawyers or something?”

“You’re not being charged with anything,” Hirsch said patiently. “I just thought you could shed a little light on the mystery. Is that too much to ask?”

“You can ask,” Courtney shot back. “But we don’t know anything. We’re just as surprised as you are. Bobby showed up tonight, looking for a place to stay. I suggested my parents’ boat. Before he got the chance to tell us anything, the storm troopers showed up. End of story.”

Hirsch stared at Courtney. Courtney stared back. Hirsch looked to Mark.

“What’s your version?” he asked Mark. Mark shrugged. He was just trying to keep up with Courtney’s thinking.

“Same as hers,” Mark answered. “Courtney and I got back to town tonight and ran into Bobby.”

“And what about that big galoot friend of his? What’s his story?”

Courtney strode back to the table. “Weren’t you listening? We don’t know! We have the same questions you do.”

Hirsch looked between the two, thinking. He let out a breath, leaned back in his chair, and rolled up his shirtsleeves, as if preparing to get down to some serious work.

“The journal I read back then, when Bobby first disappeared,” Hirsch said. “The one that talked about flumes and territories. What was the name of that lowlife who stole it? Right. Andy Mitchell. Maybe I should take another look at that thing.”

“I–I told you back then,” Mark stammered. “I wrote that journal.”

“Maybe,” Hirsch said. “I still think I should take another look.”

When he finished rolling up his sleeves, Mark and Courtney saw it at the same time. Tattooed on Hirsch’s arm was a green star tattoo.

“You’re a Ravinian,” Mark gasped.

“Is that a problem?” Hirsch asked.

“Is that how you got promoted to chief?” Courtney asked.

Mark winced again. Courtney just couldn’t keep herself from stirring up trouble. Hirsch snickered, stood up, and walked to the mirror. He stared at it. Mark and Courtney exchanged looks.

Courtney called out, “What are you doing? Getting instructions from somebody?”

Hirsch quickly turned away from the mirror. Gone was the calm, friendly officer. His frustration over not getting any information from Mark and Courtney was starting to show. He strode back to the table. “This would be so much easier if you told me the truth,” he said impatiently.

“Weird,” Courtney said.

“What is?” Hirsch asked, his voice cracking.

“We’re being interrogated, but you’re the one who’s all nervous. Why is that? You getting pressure from somebody behind the mirror?”

Hirsch started to answer, but couldn’t find the words. He was flustered. Mark gave Courtney a stern look. She shrugged. Hirsch paced. He was definitely nervous. He stared down at the floor, deep in thought. The phone on the table jangled, making him jump.

“Wow,” Courtney said. “You really are under pressure.”

Hirsch swiped at the phone quickly, snatching it before it could ring again. He didn’t speak. He closed his eyes and listened. Whatever he was hearing, he didn’t like it. He nodded, as if the person on the phone could see.

“Bad news?” Courtney asked.

Hirsch shot a quick glance to the mirror and gently put the phone back down.

“Hey, you okay?” Mark asked with genuine concern. Both he and Courtney actually liked Hirsch. He once tried to help them.

“Is there anything you can tell me?” Hirsch asked. “Anything?”

To Mark it sounded like a last, desperate stab at solving an impossible problem. Both he and Courtney answered the same way-with a shrug. Hirsch’s shoulders fell. He looked beaten. He shook his head, as if resigning himself to something he didn’t agree with.

“Take off,” he ordered the uniformed cop who had been watching the scene silently.

The cop walked for the door without question. Before leaving, he threw a troubled look to Mark and Courtney, then left without a word.

“What’s up with that?” Courtney asked. “I think you’d better get my parents.”

Hirsch picked up his suit jacket and walked for the door.

“I hope this works out for you guys,” he said. “I think you’re good kids. Do the right thing, and everything will be fine. Good luck.”

Hirsch opened the door and left quickly, without so much as a look back. Courtney stood there, staring at the door. Mark didn’t move.

“Did that creep you out as much as it did me?” Courtney asked. “I don’t like this,” Mark announced, standing up. “Something’s going on.”

“What do we do?”

“We leave.” Mark started for the door, but got only a few steps closer before it opened.

“Mom? Dad?” Courtney called out.

It was neither. Entering the room quickly were two of Naymeer’s red-shirt guardians. They wore the same masks as when they’d captured Mark and Courtney at her house. “No, no!” Courtney shouted.

She picked up a chair and flung it at the first guardian. He ducked, and it clattered harmlessly against the wall. There was no way out of the room. Courtney ran to the mirror and hit it with her fists.

“You can’t do this!” she screamed at the unknown faces beyond. “You aren’t above the law!”

It was the last thing Courtney said before the smell of lemons filled the room.

(CONTINUED)