Toys

Chapter 50

“Jax Moore!” I told her. “He’s behind this.”

“Doesn’t matter. Not now. This isn’t the time or place, Hays. Come with me!” Lucy took off then-fast. “Hays, come!”

“Where have you been?” I called, racing behind Lucy as she headed toward the bay. Maybe she could run faster than me? Or was it because my legs felt like nothing right now? I could hardly breathe, and I couldn’t get the image of my murdered parents out of my mind. The tragedy, the outrage. And Jax Moore, that bastard!

“Killing the commandos-where do you think I’ve been? I just couldn’t kill enough. I finished off that rocket crew-they were about to fire again and take you out. I’m sorry we couldn’t save your mother and father. Or stop to kill that fucker Moore!”

Yes, so was I-and on top of everything else, now I owed Lucy my life!

She must have had some kind of signaling device because, as we got close to the water, the gleaming black shape of a car came rising up out of a well-hidden underground chamber. It was the same style as my own car back in New Lake City-a no-nonsense model built for speed and maneuverability.

“Let me drive,” I said. I needed to drive very fast. I needed to stop seeing the faces of my parents-murdered.

“You’re in no shape, Hays. You’re riding in the trunk.”

“What?”

“If we meet anybody, I smile and wave. I’m just a silly, harmless woman out for a ride. But you look like you’ve been eating babies for dinner-they’d freak out. Besides, you’re all worked up, and you might do something stupid.”

“I don’t do stupid things,” I said, although a recent list to the contrary popped into my mind.

“Shut up and get in, Hays. They’re gaining on us. We have seconds to get out of here. Seriously, Hays. Come, or stay here and die.”