Timepiece

Chapter 51

I sneaked into the building behind a volunteer who was holding a tray of caramel apples, and immediately headed to the meeting area at the top of the clock tower, following Lily’s emotions. I flattened myself against the half wall that blocked the stairs and slid closer, listening. I could only see Jack.

“I’ll keep looking as long as you want.” Lily’s voice was raw. Relief still flooded through me at the sound of it. “But I don’t know what I’m looking for. Is there a certain size, any specific details? Can you give me anything? There are so many maps. Maybe if you could just give me the place of origin?”

Agony replaced my relief when the screams started. They became pleading sobs that faded into whimpers. Each one sent fury racing through my veins. If I wanted the chance to get her out of here, there was nothing I could do but ride it out.

Through it all, Jack remained statue still. He didn’t even have to move to inflict pain.

The most frightening enemy has weapons you can’t take away.

“Any other complaints?”

She didn’t speak. What memory had he shown her?

“Get it together and keep searching. I thought the first five times we went through this made that clear. Understood?”

“I understand,” she answered, her voice faint, broken. I was going to make him sorry he’d ever even looked at her. I scooted to the right just a bit, and Lily came into view.

Blood poured from a split in her lip, and a fresh bruise bloomed on her cheek. He’d put his hands on her, too. I had to breathe through my rage to keep the grip of my fingers from splintering the wood of the top stair.

Sitting with my back to the half wall, trembling, I tried to figure out a plan of attack. Killing Jack with one hand would be difficult. But not impossible.

“This is just sad.” Jack. Right beside me.

He was smiling.

“Too afraid to deal with me so you knocked me unconscious?” I sneered.

“Less about fear, more about convenience.” The smile got wider.

“Go to hell.” I stood and jumped the two steps left on the staircase. In a split second, he was at Lily’s side. Holding Poe’s duronium knife.

“How did you get that?” I asked. My stomach dropped. It was impossible to keep him from seeing the way her fear affected me. “It was you. You killed Dr. Turner.”

He didn’t answer directly. “How about we come to an agreement? Let your flavor of the week find what I want, and then I’ll decide if I feel like killing anyone today.”

“You’re forcing her to search for the Infinityglass?”

“No. Waldo.”

Lily flipped through the maps as quickly as she could, the holograms lighting up her bloody mouth and bruised cheek.

“Why?” I asked. “It doesn’t exist.”

“Then why were you looking for it? Your father believed it was real.”

Lily’s fear escalated, and I caught myself before I said anything else. She hadn’t told Jack we couldn’t find the Infinityglass. That was probably the only thing keeping her alive.

“Dad doesn’t know what he believes anymore. You took the last five years of his memory.”

Jack’s focus kept returning outside, where the sunset flamed hot pink and lavender. “I should’ve wiped him clean.”

“Like my mother?” My rage tried to push its way through again, but Lily’s fresh panic kept it in.

He sighed and walked to the window, turning his back on us.

I caught Lily’s attention, and mouthed a single word. Lie.

It took her a second to grasp my meaning, but when she did, she regained control. I saw fierce determination in the set of her jaw and the straightness of her spine.

“Hey, I think…” She cleared her throat. “I think I’ve found something.”

Jack’s expression changed as he looked over at the map. She took it from the floating hologram to the touch screen, forcing him to move closer to her. “What?” he asked.

Partygoers cheered as they threw pumpkins into the fire for Pumpkin Smash. I took one step toward Lily and Jack.

“I think it could be in Memphis, not the Tennessee city. The Egypt one. It’s faint, but it was definitely there. It might still be there.” Her fingers moved furiously over the map.

I stepped closer, tensing my muscles, ready to spring.

“Egypt?” Jack said. “Why do you continue to lie?”

He raised his hand.

“No,” Lily argued, her eyes bright with fear. “Look, right there.”

Closer.

“Right where?” Jack asked impatiently.

“Yes. Right where?” A female voice dragged the question out.

All three of us looked toward the stairs.

Teague.