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He was thinking of Sinead and what the hell he would even do once he found a way off this encampment.
He couldn’t run to the police, they were the ones who’d put her and his family there, injecting a god damn tracker into their arms. He couldn’t very well hitchhike or saunter back into Kilikut to catch a nonexistent ferry. He knew nothing of Labrador, nothing of even Canada.
He could find Sinead’s parents. They’d have power with the law – they were white.
A shift in the constant hum stole his focus away from the red haired teacher, and Theron glanced down toward his feet. The fence was still towering to his right, curving away from the water as it made its way inland, but the hum was in stereo there, somehow. Theron kicked a stretch of grass beneath his feet, then turned to inspect the fence more closely.
There against the fencepost clamped to the lowest wires were jumper cables.
Theron turned back toward the first of the nearby houses, listening closely to the ground beneath his feet. It was haphazard, probably dangerous as hell, but someone had managed to pull a charge from the fence.
Theron followed the hum, catching glimpses of black wire hidden just beneath the grass, until he reached the green door of a small white prefab home, its wooden steps lopsided from wear and time.
The wind whipped up then and the first few flakes of snow whirled around him in the cold air. Theron stepped up the front steps of the home and knocked. There was no sound within.
Theron knocked again before heading around the corner of the house. Along the side wall, Theron found six or seven boulders of various sizes, all settled on the rocky ground, still covered in dirt. They looked to be recently dug up. Theron rounded the back side of the house and stopped dead.
There behind the small house was a large garage, its windows covered from within in black fabric. Despite that effort, each window cast a pyramid of light out into the cold air. Theron startled at the sight, hearing voices from within the small building. He moved closer to the shape, the darkening sky making the brightness from the cracks in the windows hard to look at.
The door to the garage sounded to be lined with plastic inside, and it roared and hissed with the rising wind. Theron made his way around the building, finding the door on the far side.
“Hello?” He called, rapping his knuckles on the door.
The male voice within grew agitated and low, cursing under his breath as the snow began to fall with purpose.
The two voices conferred, then Theron saw movement blocking light through the cracks in the nearest window. The door opened.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Darrell Holden said, glaring up into Theron’s face. “What do you want?”
Theron felt his chest grow tight. For an instant, he wanted to reach out and grab his cousin by the throat, yet he stopped as another familiar face smiled up at him from beneath Darrell’s arm.
Buniq pushed her older brother’s arm aside. “Let him in, Dar. Let him see!”
“You can’t be here! They’ll see you’re here and they’ll come! Fuck! Bunny, we have to go.”
“What? No! Why?”
Darrell continued to swear, heading up the stairs. “Bunny, come on!”
“Wait,” Theron said, trying to block Darrell’s escape. The man glared up at him. “I don’t have a tracker.”
Darrell’s eyes went wide. “They brought you here and didn’t give you a -”
Buniq tugged at Darrell’s shirt sleeve, then disappeared back into the space.
Theron had unfinished business with Darrell Holden, but that took an instant back seat to the curiosity of what was going on within those walls.
There was light. There was electricity. However thrown together their connections may have been, Theron wanted nothing more than to know what it was being used for – and who’d managed it.
Darrell glared up at Theron for a long moment, then without another word, stepped aside, letting Theron climb down a slapdash
He was thinking of Sinead and what the hell he would even do once he found a way off this encampment.
He couldn’t run to the police, they were the ones who’d put her and his family there, injecting a god damn tracker into their arms. He couldn’t very well hitchhike or saunter back into Kilikut to catch a nonexistent ferry. He knew nothing of Labrador, nothing of even Canada.
He could find Sinead’s parents. They’d have power with the law – they were white.
A shift in the constant hum stole his focus away from the red haired teacher, and Theron glanced down toward his feet. The fence was still towering to his right, curving away from the water as it made its way inland, but the hum was in stereo there, somehow. Theron kicked a stretch of grass beneath his feet, then turned to inspect the fence more closely.
There against the fencepost clamped to the lowest wires were jumper cables.
Theron turned back toward the first of the nearby houses, listening closely to the ground beneath his feet. It was haphazard, probably dangerous as hell, but someone had managed to pull a charge from the fence.
Theron followed the hum, catching glimpses of black wire hidden just beneath the grass, until he reached the green door of a small white prefab home, its wooden steps lopsided from wear and time.
The wind whipped up then and the first few flakes of snow whirled around him in the cold air. Theron stepped up the front steps of the home and knocked. There was no sound within.
Theron knocked again before heading around the corner of the house. Along the side wall, Theron found six or seven boulders of various sizes, all settled on the rocky ground, still covered in dirt. They looked to be recently dug up. Theron rounded the back side of the house and stopped dead.
There behind the small house was a large garage, its windows covered from within in black fabric. Despite that effort, each window cast a pyramid of light out into the cold air. Theron startled at the sight, hearing voices from within the small building. He moved closer to the shape, the darkening sky making the brightness from the cracks in the windows hard to look at.
The door to the garage sounded to be lined with plastic inside, and it roared and hissed with the rising wind. Theron made his way around the building, finding the door on the far side.
“Hello?” He called, rapping his knuckles on the door.
The male voice within grew agitated and low, cursing under his breath as the snow began to fall with purpose.
The two voices conferred, then Theron saw movement blocking light through the cracks in the nearest window. The door opened.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Darrell Holden said, glaring up into Theron’s face. “What do you want?”
Theron felt his chest grow tight. For an instant, he wanted to reach out and grab his cousin by the throat, yet he stopped as another familiar face smiled up at him from beneath Darrell’s arm.
Buniq pushed her older brother’s arm aside. “Let him in, Dar. Let him see!”
“You can’t be here! They’ll see you’re here and they’ll come! Fuck! Bunny, we have to go.”
“What? No! Why?”
Darrell continued to swear, heading up the stairs. “Bunny, come on!”
“Wait,” Theron said, trying to block Darrell’s escape. The man glared up at him. “I don’t have a tracker.”
Darrell’s eyes went wide. “They brought you here and didn’t give you a -”
Buniq tugged at Darrell’s shirt sleeve, then disappeared back into the space.
Theron had unfinished business with Darrell Holden, but that took an instant back seat to the curiosity of what was going on within those walls.
There was light. There was electricity. However thrown together their connections may have been, Theron wanted nothing more than to know what it was being used for – and who’d managed it.
Darrell glared up at Theron for a long moment, then without another word, stepped aside, letting Theron climb down a slapdash
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