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Kek dragging the two bodies back to the car and tossing them through
the open driver door like sacks of wheat. She rolled down her window and leaned
out.
                 “Kek! No, sit them up! Sit themup !”
                 The
mandrilla looked at her, then nodded and followed her instructions.
                 She
turned back to Patrick. “We’ve got to find Zero and get out of here!”
                 “Don’t
forget Tome.” Patrick seemed to be recovering from his shock. “And what about Meerm?”
                 “I
don’t know about Meerm. She might not even be in Newark any longer. But I know what these people
will do to Zero if they find him.”
                 Patrick
nodded. “Right.”
                 Romy
heard the van’s rear door slam, looked around and saw Kek returning to his
standby squat. She glanced at the Chevy and saw two upright silhouettes in its
front seat.
                 “Stay
here, Kek,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”
                 The
mandrilla made no sign that he’d heard, but she knew he had.
                 “We’ll
be right back,” Patrick said. He cut her off as she opened her mouth to tell
him she’d go alone. “We do this together.”
                 Romy
sensed arguing wasn’t going to work so she nodded and motioned him to follow
her. She moved off at a trot, heard his sloshing footsteps close behind.
                 Down the alley…nothing. Into the
courtyard…nothing. Down a second alley…noth—
                 Wait. Voices to her left. Where? From that
opening. Tome’s voice. Without hesitation she
ducked and entered in a crouch. She heard Patrick puffing behind her. Ahead she
could see that the tunnel opened into a vacant lot. And there, across the lot,
Zero and Tome crouched before an open metal door, talking to no one, or at
least no one she could see.
                 “Wait,”
Patrick whispered. “Don’t go out there. Looks like they found
her. Two more humans will only spook her.”
                 “She’ll
be spooked a lot worse if more of Portero’s goons show up. They’d better talk
her out of there soon or all this will be for nothing. We’ll give them a couple
more minutes, then we’ve got to get out of here.”
                 “Might
take more than a couple of minutes,” Patrick sighed. “I mean, would you trust a
stranger in a ski mask?”
                 “Damn,”
Romy said, feeling as if the tunnel walls were closing in on her. “She doesn’t
come out in two minutes, I’ll go in there myself and
drag her out.”
                 “Shhh!” Patrick hissed. “I’ll be damned! I think Zero’s
going to take off his mask!”
                 Romy
looked and—dear God, Patrick was right. Remaining statue-still, she held her
breath and watched.
                  
                 This
is going nowhere, Zero thought. And it’s because of me. Or because of this ski
mask.
                 No
question about it: Meerm was in that elevator shaft, hiding in the dark, but
she wasn’t budging. Tome was doing his best, but he wasn’t cut out for
persuasion. Zero could try going in after her, and that would work if the space
beyond the door was limited to just the shaft. But what if it opened into the
rest of the warehouse? They’d never find her.
                 All right. He couldn’t blow this chance. It might never come
again. Time to put it all on the line.
                 Zero
pulled off his dark glasses, slipped his thumbs under the edge of his ski mask,
and ripped it off.
                 “Look,
Meerm,” he said, leaning through the open door. “Look at me. I’m not a man. I’m
a sim. Not a sim exactly like you, but a sim just the same. And I promise you,
Meerm, I swear to you that I am not here