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  “Have you had medical care?” he asked.

  “What does it look like?” Simon snapped. “This is police brutality and we demand a lawyer.”

  The stranger smirked at him.

  “I’m fine,” I wheezed, determined to give this man nothing.

  “Clearly,” the stranger said, he stood up and went back and opened the door. A cop followed him back in.

  “I think the cuffs can be done away with,” the stranger said.

  “You’re joking, right?” The cop asked, scowling at us like we’d shit on the floor.

  “Do I look like I’m joking.”

  “You know what these kids did?”

  “I do. And I don’t think them killing the man who abused them means they are about to go on a killing spree,” he said.

  We all looked at each other at the word “abuse.” What the fuck did this guy know?

  “It’s your fucking funeral,” the cop said and one by one he unlocked our handcuffs. Simon immediately stood up, his back to the corner, rubbing his wrists.

  I stayed slumped in the chair, because nothing really worked anymore. Not my lungs or my legs.

  Carissa too stayed seated, her hands spread wide over the table.

  “Where’s Beth?” I asked when the cop left.

  “The hospital,” the stranger said. “Her mother is there.”

  Carissa, Simon and I all shared a brief look at that. Her mother was real. And finally showed up. Too fucking late. I wondered, in some far away way, if that was good or bad, her mother finally showing up.

  “Who are you?” Simon had his chin up like a proper street thug.

  “My name is Bates,” the stranger said.

  “Is that supposed to mean something to us?” Simon asked.

  “To you?” Bates looked at Simon in one long sweep of a glance. “No. But I work for a man named Lazarus.”

  “Oh shit. What does Lazarus want with us?” I asked. Because Lazarus was bad news. Lazarus was king of all the darkest parts of San Francisco. And if this guy worked for him—that was why we’d been put together in a room like this and how Bates got our handcuffs off.

  Lazarus and his men had the kind of power that could get shit like that done—even in a police station. Especially in a police station.

  And if Lazarus was mad that we’d killed the Pastor tonight—we were dead. Finished.

  It’s probably why I didn’t get sent to the hospital. Bates was here to finish the job.

  Distantly, behind all the pain, I felt fear. A lot of fear.

  “Lazarus wants nothing to do with you,” Bates said. “I’m here on my own business.”

  Weird, but that didn’t make me feel any better.

  “I know who you are,” said Carissa. She was fucking chilling, sitting there in all that blood. “Who you really are.”

  The guy was unreadable and he and Carissa just looked at each other for a long minute.

  “Were you hurt?” he asked her in a quiet voice. Like she was a rabid dog he was trying to get out from under a porch.

  Carissa leaned forward and said through her teeth. “It’s not my blood.”

  Fucking badass, our Carissa. Who would have guessed?

  Watching Bates, I realized he wasn’t too much older than us. I was sixteen, Carissa fifteen, Simon seventeen, Bates might have been twenty-five? Hard to say, but he was young.

  If he was in Lazarus’ kingdom, it didn’t matter how young or old he was, all that mattered was that he was brave enough, or crazy enough to kill for the kingdom.

  “You a lawyer?” Simon asked.

  “No,” Bates answered calmly.

  “We demand a lawyer.” Simon’s voice cracked and his glasses slipped down his nose and he pushed them back up with his wrist. He didn’t look like a murderer. He looked like a spelling bee champion.

  “A lawyer isn’t going to help you.” Bates crossed his legs at the knee and pulled a piece of lint from his pants.

  “Then why are you here?” Simon asked.

  “As you can imagine, you three are in a great deal of trouble. The thin ice you were on as court-placed minors is broken. The prosecutors would like to try you all as adults for first-degree murder.”

  “It was me,” I said, gasping. It was really getting harder to breathe. My vision was gray at the edges. “All me. They didn’t do shit. Look at him,” I said, tilting my head toward Simon. “He’s going to be a fucking accountant. And she…” My head rolled listlessly toward Carissa. I hoped this was enough because this was all I fucking had. “Tried to stop me.”

  “That’s a very noble lie you’re telling,” Bates said.

  “Fuck you. I’m not lying.”

  He didn’t believe me.

  I opened my mouth to keep arguing but Carissa interrupted. “Just…shut up, Tommy.”

  “I’m afraid the man you killed, his wife has told everyone who will listen that that the three of you acted together. That you planned it and you planned on killing her and robbing them and the church.”

  “That’s not true!” Simon cried.

  Bates shrugged. “That is something you are welcome to prove in court.”

  Again, Simon, Carissa and I looked at each other. We knew how this would go. A public defendant who wouldn’t bother to learn our names would represent us and it would be considered a success if we weren’t gassed when we turned twenty-one.

  We’d grow old in jail. Get out as middle-aged adults with our GEDs and a black mark by our names.

  “This can’t be happening,” Simon moaned and I felt bad for him. I did. He should have stayed at his desk.

  “It doesn’t matter,” Carissa said. “The system is made up of people like us. Wrong thing for the right reasons and no money to defend ourselves.”

  If I survived my injuries, I was going to jail. And I couldn’t say it wasn’t worth it. I was too late to stop him from hurting Beth, hurting all of us really, but we’d paid him back. We’d brought some righteous vengeance down on him. I wondered what his congregation would think of that.

  But these two…they deserved better.

  I had to figure out how to get them out of this.

  “However, I am here to present you another alternative,” Bates said.

  Simon perked right up and I wanted to tell him to calm the fuck down. To not be so eager to make a deal with the devil. Because this guy, in his slick suit, he was the devil.

  It was as plain as could be.

  “What’s the alternative?” Simon asked.

  “You can walk out that door. Free—”

  “Why? How?” Simon asked and Bates held up his hand to silence him.

  “With the understanding that you owe me a debt. And when I come calling for payment on that debt, you’ll do as I ask or you will find yourself right back in this room, only there will be no escape. And you will go to jail.”

  “But the statute of limitations—”

  “I don’t think you understand the nature of my power,” Bates said, looking angry for the first time. Next to him, Carissa stiffened, her face creased in a quick taut panic. “I can free you from this room. From the very serious charges against you. I can wipe away the crime you’ve committed. The crime with witnesses and murder weapons found in your bloody hands. I can make that all go away. Do you honestly think for one moment I can’t also settle upon your shoulders another crime, equally violent, equally disturbing, that you had nothing to do with?”

  Simon wanted to argue, I could see it on his face. But this man got our handcuffs taken off. He got us put in this room together. He walked in and sat down like he owned this precinct.

  “Dude,” I groaned. “It’s real. He’s legit. Why do you think we’ve been put together like this? Not even questioned? That cop acted like he was his boss.”

  And if he worked for Lazarus, he had that kind of power and more.

  Simon swallowed, his glasses catching the light from the hallway. He was having a hard time believing it and maybe I would too if I wasn’
t about to pass out.

  “What will we have to do for you?” Simon asked. “In the future.”

  “Whatever I ask.”

  “Will it be illegal?” he asked.

  Bates smiled like a shark. “Probably.”

  Simon swallowed, his face gray.

  “Listen,” I said, feeling a horrible collar go around all our necks. “You don’t want these two. I’ll owe…you. Me. I’ll work for you. Whatever you want.”

  “Tommy,” Simon breathed. “No.”

  “Interesting,” Bates said. “You know what I’ll ask you to do, don’t you? What it means to work for me?”

  Killing, maybe. Hurting, definitely. Bile rose up in my throat but I nodded anyway. “Better…me…than…them.”

  Bates watched me for a long time and I tried to sit up straight as if to show how big I was.

  “I’m growing…if…I got…enough to eat…”

  Starving me was a favorite punishment. I had not been full in years.

  “You’d be massive,” Bates said, cocking his head. “But it’s not your size that interests me. It’s your loyalty.”

  “Tommy,” Simon said. He touched my shoulder but I shook him off. “Don’t do this.”

  “What about the wife?” Carissa asked, pulling Bates attention from me. “She witnessed everything.”

  “I can handle her,” Bates said in a voice that sent chills down my spine.

  “There was another girl,” Simon said.

  “Rosa.” Bates nodded. And it wasn’t even weird that he knew her name. I mean it was, but this guy was like God coming down and promising shit that didn’t even make sense. Of course he’d know about Rosa.

  “She might get in trouble—”

  “I’m trying to find her,” Bates said.

  Rosa was good at disappearing, but I was still surprised he was trying. I could see Simon trying to swallow back all his questions and I totally understood. I had plenty of my own.

  “Will we have to go back into foster care?” Simon asked.

  “That’s not my concern,” Bates said. “My deal only gets you out of these doors. After that, everything is up to you.”

  “They have to find us first, right?” Carissa asked. “The parole officers and social workers?”

  “That’s the view I would take,” Bates said in his calm cool voice.

  There were a thousand places in this city kids like us could hide. We’d be smarter this time. We wouldn’t get caught.

  Carissa got to her feet, her chair screeching across the floor behind her. “I agree to your terms.”

  “No!” I shouted and nearly passed out. “Don’t, Carissa!”

  “You didn’t kill him, Tommy. This isn’t your fault. I’m doing this.”

  Bates watched her out of the corner of his eye, like she was some unpredictable animal that might attack. It was the blood on her pajamas. Totally unnerving.

  And just like that Carissa walked out of the room. I heard her footsteps down the hallway and no one stopped her. Not one cop. I imagined her walking out into the night. No cops. No foster homes. She would vanish just like Rosa.

  I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want that freedom. I wanted it so bad I could taste it.

  “So do I,” I said. “I accept your terms. Leave Simon out of it.” I got to my feet, ready to follow Carissa down that hallway but the room spun around me and my knees buckled. Simon rushed to my side and helped me back into my seat.

  “You need to get to the hospital,” he said.

  “I’ll be fine,” I said, swallowing down vomit. God, I was fucked-up. Breathing was growing impossible.

  “What about you, Simon Malik?” Bates looked at Simon. “Do you agree? Because it has to be all of you or none of you.”

  “Why are you doing this?” he asked and I wanted to tell him to just shut up. To stop questioning everything.

  Bates stood, buttoning his jacket, looking like a CEO and not a killer, though I knew he had plenty of blood on his hands.

  He shook his head. Whatever the answer was to that question, he wasn’t telling a bunch of kids. “Do you agree to the terms or should I have the police come in and start the booking process? At this point, you would be the only defendant. And that will not look good for you.”

  “Agree to the terms, Simon,” I said, I’d lost the fight to keep my friends safe. We were all drowning together, tied to a killer named Bates. Jesus, the lights were suddenly getting brighter in here.

  “I agree to the terms,” Simon said.

  And it was done. Our futures sealed.

  Bates walked out, the door clicking shut behind him. It was weird…eerie how it felt like we’d dreamed him.

  “Simon,” I said. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Fuck off with that. We got bigger problems.”

  Bigger problems and I caused them all.

  Simon crept to the door and looked out the window.

  “No one’s coming,” Simon said.

  “We gotta get…out,” I panted. Simon helped me to my feet and we lurched our way out of the police station. Waiting, every step, for someone to stop us.

  But we pushed open the door and the sea salt air of San Francisco and the roar of traffic in the outside world felt like a goddamned hug.

  “Let’s get you to the hospital,” Simon said.

  “You…you don’t have to come…with…me,” I said.

  “Yeah, because you can do it on your own?” he asked.

  I couldn’t. But Simon didn’t make me say it. He just got me to the hospital.

  I had two broken ribs. A broken nose and a concussion.

  The hospital called the police and about three hours after getting there, my parole officer showed up. The minute he left the room to make some calls, we got the fuck out of there.

  It was Simon’s idea to pocket as many samples of high-level oxy as we could shove in our pockets, which he promptly sold on the street so we could rent a room in a shitty hotel in the heart of the Tenderloin.

  We lived low to the ground. Under the radar of cops and the social workers who would be looking for us. The newspaper said that the pastor died of a heart attack. His wife was moved to a mental hospital. The congregation disbanded.

  Simon couldn’t claim the check for college he’d been counting on because he ran away. To get it he’d have had to go back into the system and he had no time for that. He got his GED, applied for a shit ton of scholarships and fuck if he didn’t get a free ride to UCLA.

  I got a job working construction and did my very best not to care. Like I’d used it all up in St. Joke’s. Not giving a shit was a thing I perfected.

  We didn’t hear from Carissa. Not for years.

  Rosa finally turned up, but it wasn’t good.

  And Beth…Beth just vanished.

  Until it came time to pay the debt.

  And then she showed up where I least expected her: the backseat of my car.

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