“And you must be Bree.”
“Jimmy told me that I’d like you right away,” she says.
“Is that so? Why?
“Why do I like you, or why did he say I would?
“Why’d he say you would, I guess.”
“He said you were the smartest person he knows.”
“He said that?”
“Yeah. My uncle taught me to read, but the only book he has is an ancient text about a boy who was raised in a jungle by apes. He keeps it locked up, though. I’m only allowed to read it on my birthday. Jimmy said you’ve read all kinds of books.”
I shrug, as if it’s no big deal to me.
“Yeah, I’ve read a few. In fact, I have several hundred books in my slate on the su ...” I catch myself before I say submarine.
Bree’s eyes bulge.
“Several hundred? No way. I can’t even imagine.”
Crack! We both turn and look as Jimmy aces another one past Shorty.
“He’s going to advance for sure,” Bree says.
“How’s it work?” I ask.
“The tournament? Single elimination. Finn split everybody up this morning. But I don’t have to qualify,” she holds up a red sash. “I get a bye because I was a finalist last year.”
“What are the rules to the game?”
“Simple, really. Server earns points when she wins a volley. Player returning the serve only wins the right to serve. Ball can’t bounce twice. Can’t go into the bleachers, either. Gotta use your hands. No feet. First player to fifteen points wins.”
“Sounds easy enough.”
“Simple?—yes. Easy?—no.” She holds out her calloused palms for me to see. “Three days of play, and that ball isn’t exactly soft. Some kids leave up out of here bleeding. One guy bruised his bone so bad last year, it still hasn’t healed.” She nods to the court, where Jimmy is shaking hands with Shorty. “Looks like he’s won his first round. I knew he would. Let’s go congratulate him.”
Jimmy climbs up the ladder, dripping with sweat, his hot breath steaming in the cool morning air. He sees us working our way toward him and flashes a big smile. When he manages to break through the crowd in the bleachers, he rushes past me and hugs Bree. She looks surprised, her arms pinned stiffly at her side. I get the feeling she’s not a big hugger.
“Isn’t it a little early to be celebrating already,” I jab, hating myself for saying it the moment it leaves my lips.
Jimmy releases Bree.
“But I won.”
“But it’s just a qualifier. Right?”
“I guess,” he says. “But I dun’ care. I feel great.” He turns back to Bree. “No way I coulda done it without yer help.”
Bree shrugs.
“Like I said, you’re a natural. I just hope I don’t end up playing you myself. Then I’m sure I’ll wish that I’d never helped you at all. Let’s go get something to eat.”
“You two go ahead,” I say, not even sure if I was included in the invitation. “I’ve got business to attend to that’s more important than silly ball games.”
Bree laughs.
“Is that so? What business?”
Jimmy looks at me and frowns, getting the message.
“You want help? I dun’ have another match ’til this afternoon.”
“No. You two go ahead. I’ll be fine by myself.”
“Are ya sure?”
“I’m sure.”
As Jimmy and Bree head off, I wander around to the other side of the castle, wishing I had gone with them instead.
The sun is fully up now, the snow melted from everywhere except the shadows, and I stand at the seawall and look out on the water where I know the submarine is floating just beneath the surface. At least I hope it’s still there. No way would the professor abandon us. Would he? I wish I could just swim out there right now and head home, forget about ever having come here. But then I remember the sharks. and a chill runs up my spine. We’ll have to find another way out to the submarine when it’s time to leave—there’s no way I’m swimming now that I know what’s down there. If I could only puzzle out this riddle and locate the encryption key, Jimmy and I could get out of here, and things would be back to normal.
Inside, the kitchen is abuzz with workers preparing lunch for the crowd. But otherwise, the castle is deserted, everyone being outside in the courtyard watching the games. I head to the statue room and stand before the David, mumbling the encryption key clue to myself:
“‘Where man rises from the sea, in the right hand of David you shall find your key.’”
I drag a wooden chair over from the corner and stand on it to inspect the David’s right hand. It’s fascinating how lifelike it is. The detail. The veins seem to pulse with blood beneath the white-marble skin, and I’m almost surprised when the stone is cold to my touch instead of warm. The hand is connected to the statue not only at the wrist, but also where it rests against his thigh. And while he’s definitely holding something, it’s just a lump cut from the same stone as the statue. The encryption key must be hidden inside the marble somehow.
Then, from the height of the chair, I spot a worktable and a toolbox behind a partition where someone has been working with plaster to restore a bust with a missing nose. My mind begins to run with possibilities. I think about Hannah and Red waiting alone at the Foundation. I think about my people down in Holocene II, living trapped underground by a lie. I think about the drones silently patrolling the skies, about those seal hunters I saw cut to shreds on Dr. Radcliffe’s command-center monitors. I think about Jimmy passing me by to hug Bree.
The next thing I know I’m standing at the worktable with a hammer and a chisel in my hands.
“Do I really want to do this?” I ask myself. “Do I really have any other choice?”
I climb up on the chair again and place the chisel against the marble where the hand connects to the thigh. I raise the hammer then hesitate, the hammer’s head trembling in my grip. I think about the thousands of years that this statue has stood, about all that it has survived. I think about the man that carved it, and about the story of David that inspired him. I remember reading about the myth. About a young king who struck down a giant with nothing but a sling. But then I think about Jimmy’s family being slaughtered in that cove. I think about my father walking into Eden only to have his head cut open and his brain consigned to Radcliffe’s sick experiments. And suddenly, I’m overwhelmed with a feeling that the man who carved the David would understand. That I’m on the right side of history. That if this statue truly holds the encryption key hidden in its hand, then how much nobler would it be to stop an army of drones and free an entire society, than to stop only one giant with a slung stone. It must be forgivable to desecrate the David if it saves humankind from an evil that’s far worse than anything before in our long history: the wholesale slaughter of people for the simple sin of being born human.
A spray of marble chips hits my face when the hammer drives the chisel into the stone. It’s softer than it looks. Three solid whacks and a crack appears. Caught up in the excitement of possibly going home, I hammer harder and faster. Another crack. More marble dust drifting to the ground. Soon, the hand breaks free from the statue’s thigh and a stress crack appears in its wrist. I move the chisel and continue hammering. The soft stone gives a little with every strike. Sweat rises on my brow. My arm aches. I steady the chisel and level a flurry of blows on its head. Now the hand is hanging by a small piece of stone. I drop the hammer and chisel to the ground and wrap my hands around the marble and wrench. The David’s giant hand breaks free. It’s heavy and cold in my palms. Sweat drips down my back. My lungs heave. As the ringing in my ears from all the hammering fades, a heavy silence consumes the room. Then someone clears their throat behind me.
I turn. Finn stands in the doorway looking at me. A crowd of people peek past him from the hall. Finn strides across the room and yanks me off the chair by my belt and wrestles with me to free the statue’s marble hand from my g
rip.
“No!” I scream, kicking and fighting. “I won’t let you have it. I won’t. I’m taking it with me.”
As I struggle with Finn, I’m suddenly pinned from behind by someone strong. Finn strips the hand free from my fingers and looks at it, shaking his head.
“Get him out of here,” he says.
Before I can even protest, I’m being half-carried, half-dragged, backwards from the room. The last thing I see is Finn standing with the marble hand cradled in his palms, like one might hold an injured bird, and the David looming above him, standing proud and indifferent, despite its amputated hand.
They carry me upstairs, screaming all the way, and lock me in my room. I immediately rush to the secret panel, but it’s locked too, and I hear someone scurrying away inside the wall, probably Riley. I head for the window, but it doesn’t open wide enough to let me out and even if it did, I’d surely break my legs.
I see groups of people standing around their tents talking and pointing toward the castle. I know they’re talking about me, but I don’t care. I had to do something. We’ve got to get that key and get out of here. Now I need to figure out how to escape this room, get that hand back, grab Jimmy, and go.
CHAPTER 17
Bad News, Worse News
It’s long past dark when the knock comes at my door.
Getting up from where I lie on the bed, I move to open it, only to remember that I can’t because I’m locked inside.
“It’s locked,” I call out, turning to flop back on the bed.
A key turns in the lock, the door swings open, and Jimmy steps in. I bounce up, thinking that we can make a run for it, but the door closes and the key turns in the lock again.
“Riley let you in?”
Jimmy nods and hands me a sandwich wrapped in a cloth. “I brought ya some dinner. Got a flask of warm tea here, too if you’s thirsty.”
“Thanks,” I say, unwrapping the sandwich and tearing into it, realizing I haven’t eaten anything all day.
Jimmy walks to the window and looks out. The window is black against the night sky, and I can see Jimmy’s reflection in the lamplight on the glass. He looks sad for some reason. I talk at his back in between bites.
“We have to find that marble hand and get away from here now. Maybe you could see if it’s still in the statue room. Or did Finn take it somewhere? And there’s a secret passageway for feeding the stoves, but they’ve locked me out. If you try from your room, you might be able to open it for me. Let me show you where the panel is.”
Jimmy turns around.
“I dun’ wanna leave, Aubrey.”
“What do you mean, you don’t want to leave?”
“I mean, I’m happy here.”
“What? Come on ...”
“I am,” he says. “For the first time since ... well, ya know, since the cove ... I feel like I fit somewhere.”
“You’re talking crazy.”
“I’m crazy?” he asks, stepping closer and pointing at me. “That’s what they’s all sayin’ ’bout you. Said you lost it in there and tore up that statue.”
“You know that isn’t true,” I say, upset that I even need to defend myself to him.
“But you did.”
“Did what?”
“You broke up that statue.”
“Yes, I did. I was trying to find the encryption key, Jimmy. Remember? The whole reason we came to this stupid island in the first place. We didn’t come for games and girls.”
“Is that what this is about? You’s bein’ jealous?”
“I’m not jealous of stupid Bree.”
“Who said anythin’ about Bree? I meant yer jealous of me. That I did so well today in the games.”
“Why would I give piss about some stupid game? And why do you even care about a game, either?”
“Because it’s fun,” he says. “And because it feels good to be good at somethin’.”
“Well, whatever. I’m not jealous of anything, Jimmy. I just wanna get the damn encryption key and go home. What is this sandwich, anyway? Deer meat. Ugh.” I toss it aside.
Jimmy sits beside me on the bed.
“That’s jus’ it,” he says. “It ain’t home back there, Aubrey. And it ain’t home for you no more’n it’s home for me. You cain’t tell me it is.”
“My people are trapped underground, Jimmy.”
“Yeah, I know it. But you coulda let ’em up when we was back there votin’ and ya didn’t.”
“You can’t be serious,” I say. “You’re really thinking about staying here? On the island?”
He nods.
“I wish you’d think about it, too.”
“And just leave Hannah back there alone?”
“She dun’ like me anyhow.”
“But the drones, Jimmy. Think about the drones.”
Jimmy jumps up from the bed and turns to face me, his gray eyes flashing with anger.
“I do think ’bout ’em. Every darn day, Aubrey. Ya think I forgot that they killed my family?”
“Well, we have a chance to stop them with this key.”
“That’s great,” he heaves a sigh. “But it’s too late for my family. And it’s safe here. There ain’t no drones here.”
“What about the serum? Have you thought about that?”
“What serum?” he asks.
“The longevity serum, remember? What will you do living here with people who don’t have it, Jimmy? You wanna end up like Finn? Feeding your own daughters to sharks?”
“I dun’ understand what yer talkin’ ’bout.”
“The serum!” I shout.
“Are you sure you ain’t feelin’ funny?”
“The serum! Back at the lake. Remember?”
“I remember you bein’ upset ’cause Hannah snuck it while we was gettin’ the boat, but what’s that got to do with me?”
“You took it, too. That same night. In the shelter.”
“No, I didn’t,” he says.
“You didn’t?”
“No way.”
“But Hannah showed me the syringe.”
He shakes his head.
“I dunno what she showed you, but I didn’t let nobody put no needle in me.”
Then it hits me like a wave of cold water. Hannah showed me an empty syringe all right, but it could easily have been the one she’d used to inject herself with. She lied. But why? So she could keep the third syringe of serum to study in her lab? Does it even matter why? Suddenly, leaving her back there doesn’t sound so bad. But then the true horror of the situation sinks in, and my face flushes with blood. Jimmy hasn’t had the serum, which means he’ll die, and I won’t. The thought terrifies me.
I leap to my feet and pace the small room.
“We’ve got to get back, Jimmy! We’ve got to get you that serum. Don’t you see what’s happening here? Finn is somehow connected to Dr. Radcliffe. He’s old, he has to be. You saw the skulls. I mean, how old was his daughter? And we can’t trust Hannah, either. She lied about the serum. She sent that damn antimatter along. And now you’re going to die on me, Jimmy!” I grab him by the shirt. “You’re going to die!”
“Whataya mean I’m gonna die?” He looks frightened.
“Not now. But in seventy or eighty years, you will.”
“Maybe they was right about you losin’ yer head.”
I pull him to me and hug him tight
“I don’t want you to die, Jimmy! Not without me.”
“Maybe get some rest tonight,” he says, hugging me back uncertainly. “We’ll talk some more tomorrow, okay?”
“Tell me you’ll go back with me.”
“I can’t tell ya that right now.”
I release him and turn away.
“Fine. Just leave me alone, Jimmy. I’ll figure a way out of here without you.”
“Aubrey, listen to—”
“I said get out!”
Jimmy drops his head and walks to the door. He raises his hand to knock, but stops and turns back firs
t.
“They ain’t bad people here, Aubrey. I told Finn you’s under some stress. Told him ya never meant no harm to nothin’. He said they’ll let you out tomorrow when you’s cooled down some.”
“Gee, thanks for vouching for me. Now get out!”
Jimmy knocks on the door. A few moments later the door opens.
I hear Riley say: “Is everything all right?”
“Yeah,” Jimmy says, slipping past him into the hall. “He’ll be fine tomorrow.” Then the door closes and the key turns in the lock.
I’ll be fine tomorrow? Screw you!
Alone again, I spend hours looking out the window at the camp. People gather around their fires, telling stories or playing music, just as they did the night before. But everything seems somehow different to me now. Like the world is a party and I wasn’t invited. Why does everything I think I know always turn out to be wrong? I can’t trust Hannah now. At all. I don’t know where Jimmy’s coming from anymore. I’m not even sure this encryption-key treasure hunt isn’t just some big joke Radcliffe is playing on us from beyond his watery grave. And I can’t see how Finn is connected to the Foundation, either. He’s so very different from Radcliffe. And he seems to love his people.
But what’s killing me most is the thought of Jimmy getting old and dying without me. No way can I let that happen. Ever. There’s no doubt that I have to convince him to come back with me now. I just hope that Hannah still has that serum.
Late in the night I hear the door creak open and then shut again. I sit up in the dark, wondering who’s in my room. Then Junior jumps onto the bed and licks my face. I know Jimmy let him in to comfort me. I scratch Junior’s ears, and he lies down beside me and falls right to sleep. How great it must feel to be a dog—or, as in his case, a fox—and to not have to worry all the time. To eat and sleep and play and love and just always be in the moment. Seems to me the human brain comes with a curse. Maybe Jimmy was right not to take the serum.
I keep telling myself that I don’t need to have it all figured out right now. Tomorrow’s a new day. Isn’t that what people say? Just for tonight I’ll try to be like Junior and sleep without dreams. I can always worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
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