drawing, clearly Simon’s work. On the other side, she’d written in block letters: BSC CAFE 2 PM.
“Meet at the Buffalo State cafeteria at two,” I said. “The page is too clean, though. They’ll know it wasn’t left here.”
I took it, walked over by the metal pipe, crouched, and brushed the note across the dirty floor. Then I paused, still hunched over, and looked up at her.
“What about the insulin?”
“I’m sure those boys have already found some.”
“Can we leave it here, just in case?”
She hesitated. She didn’t want to bother, but if it would win my trust…
“I’ll get the vials from Lauren later and bring them back,” she said. “Now, though, we need to report that note.”
She turned to leave. I wrapped my fingers around a metal pipe, then sprang up, swinging it at the back of her head.
She spun, fingers flicking. I sailed backward into a stack of boxes, the pipe flying from my hands and clanging to the floor. I scrambled for it, but she was faster, snatching it up and brandishing it.
Her mouth opened, but before she could get out a word, a crate shot from the stack over my head. She sidestepped as it whizzed past. Behind it stood Liz.
I lunged for the pile of pipes, but Mrs. Enright hit me with another spell. My feet sailed out, my outstretched hands hitting the floor, pain blasting through my injured arm. As I looked around, I caught a glimpse of Liz’s nightshirt behind the stacks of crates.
“Elizabeth Delaney, I presume.” Mrs. Enright moved back against a wall, her gaze flitting from side to side, ready for the next flying object. “So it seems, in death, you’ve finally mastered your powers. If only it had been sooner. Such a waste.”
Liz froze between stacks, her face stricken as Mrs. Enright confirmed her death. Then she squared her shoulders and, eyes narrowing, fixed them on a stack of crates.
“Even in death, you can be useful, Elizabeth,” Mrs. Enright said. “A poltergeist is a rare find, one that will help Dr. Davidoff overcome his disappointment at losing dear Simon and Derek.”
The crates shuddered and cracked as Liz pushed, tendons popping with the strain. I frantically motioned for her to concentrate on just the top one. She nodded and pushed it…but Mrs. Enright simply stepped out of range.
“Enough of that, Elizabeth,” she said calmly as the crates crashed behind her.
Liz grabbed a loose board and hurled it at her.
“I said,
enough
.”
She hit me with another spell, this one a jolt of electricity that left me on the floor, gasping and shaking. Liz crouched over me. I whispered I was okay and pushed up until I was sitting. My whole body throbbed.
Mrs. Enright looked around, unable to see Liz unless she was moving something. “I can’t hurt you, Elizabeth, but I can hurt Chloe. If so much as a scrap of wood flies, I’ll hit her with another energy bolt. Is that clear?”
I struggled to my feet, then raced for the door. I made it five feet before I froze. Literally.
“It’s called a binding spell,” Mrs. Enright said. “Very useful. Now, Elizabeth, you are going to behave while Chloe and I—”
The spell broke. I stumbled, twisting to regain my balance, and looked up to see
her
frozen instead. A dark figure stepped from the shadows.
“A binding spell?” Tori strolled over. “Is that what you call it, Mom? You’re right. It
is
useful.”
She walked in front of her mother’s still form. “So I’m a disappointment, am I? Chloe is the daughter you wish you’d had? You know, I’d be really hurt by that…if I thought you actually knew her. Or me.” She stepped closer. “Shopping, Mom? I’m locked in a cell, my life is falling apart, and you really believed I wanted to go shopping? You don’t know me any better than she does.” She waved at me. “You—”
Tori staggered back with a gasp as her mother broke free and hit her with a spell.
“You’ve got a lot of learning to do, Victoria, if you think you can hurt
“Meet at the Buffalo State cafeteria at two,” I said. “The page is too clean, though. They’ll know it wasn’t left here.”
I took it, walked over by the metal pipe, crouched, and brushed the note across the dirty floor. Then I paused, still hunched over, and looked up at her.
“What about the insulin?”
“I’m sure those boys have already found some.”
“Can we leave it here, just in case?”
She hesitated. She didn’t want to bother, but if it would win my trust…
“I’ll get the vials from Lauren later and bring them back,” she said. “Now, though, we need to report that note.”
She turned to leave. I wrapped my fingers around a metal pipe, then sprang up, swinging it at the back of her head.
She spun, fingers flicking. I sailed backward into a stack of boxes, the pipe flying from my hands and clanging to the floor. I scrambled for it, but she was faster, snatching it up and brandishing it.
Her mouth opened, but before she could get out a word, a crate shot from the stack over my head. She sidestepped as it whizzed past. Behind it stood Liz.
I lunged for the pile of pipes, but Mrs. Enright hit me with another spell. My feet sailed out, my outstretched hands hitting the floor, pain blasting through my injured arm. As I looked around, I caught a glimpse of Liz’s nightshirt behind the stacks of crates.
“Elizabeth Delaney, I presume.” Mrs. Enright moved back against a wall, her gaze flitting from side to side, ready for the next flying object. “So it seems, in death, you’ve finally mastered your powers. If only it had been sooner. Such a waste.”
Liz froze between stacks, her face stricken as Mrs. Enright confirmed her death. Then she squared her shoulders and, eyes narrowing, fixed them on a stack of crates.
“Even in death, you can be useful, Elizabeth,” Mrs. Enright said. “A poltergeist is a rare find, one that will help Dr. Davidoff overcome his disappointment at losing dear Simon and Derek.”
The crates shuddered and cracked as Liz pushed, tendons popping with the strain. I frantically motioned for her to concentrate on just the top one. She nodded and pushed it…but Mrs. Enright simply stepped out of range.
“Enough of that, Elizabeth,” she said calmly as the crates crashed behind her.
Liz grabbed a loose board and hurled it at her.
“I said,
enough
.”
She hit me with another spell, this one a jolt of electricity that left me on the floor, gasping and shaking. Liz crouched over me. I whispered I was okay and pushed up until I was sitting. My whole body throbbed.
Mrs. Enright looked around, unable to see Liz unless she was moving something. “I can’t hurt you, Elizabeth, but I can hurt Chloe. If so much as a scrap of wood flies, I’ll hit her with another energy bolt. Is that clear?”
I struggled to my feet, then raced for the door. I made it five feet before I froze. Literally.
“It’s called a binding spell,” Mrs. Enright said. “Very useful. Now, Elizabeth, you are going to behave while Chloe and I—”
The spell broke. I stumbled, twisting to regain my balance, and looked up to see
her
frozen instead. A dark figure stepped from the shadows.
“A binding spell?” Tori strolled over. “Is that what you call it, Mom? You’re right. It
is
useful.”
She walked in front of her mother’s still form. “So I’m a disappointment, am I? Chloe is the daughter you wish you’d had? You know, I’d be really hurt by that…if I thought you actually knew her. Or me.” She stepped closer. “Shopping, Mom? I’m locked in a cell, my life is falling apart, and you really believed I wanted to go shopping? You don’t know me any better than she does.” She waved at me. “You—”
Tori staggered back with a gasp as her mother broke free and hit her with a spell.
“You’ve got a lot of learning to do, Victoria, if you think you can hurt
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