‘Do you know where she is?’ I ask.

‘Yup,’ says Dee. ‘We should be able to find her for you.’

‘Thanks. That would be great.’

We step onto El Camino Real, getting ready to hop from car to car when someone yells into the night. It sounds like a fight coming from the grove on the other side of the street.

Paige is in that grove.

I break into a sprint, running as fast as I can into the woods.

19

We race into the grove, chasing the noise. We’re not the only ones running through the trees. But I can’t see details, and everything looks like shifting shadows in the deepening night.

There are angry voices. I’m pretty sure hellions don’t talk, at least, not in human voices. I hope this is not the day that I find out otherwise.

Beneath the canopy of trees, a group of shadows raise and drop their fists, kick, and yell at someone curled on the dirt. As we near, I catch a glimpse of the dried skins of the locust victims. Some of them are wearing ripped clothes covered in dirt as if they recently crawled out of graves.

Fists fly and pound into the victim, who is simply taking it, grunting with each impact.

‘What’s going on?’ I ask as I run up. No one seems to hear me.

‘Hey!’ shouts Dee.

‘What’s going on?’ asks Dum in a hushed but demanding voice.

Several of the locust stung glance at us. They don’t stop their kicks, but one of them says, ‘It’s that bastard from Alcatraz. He did this to us. Created the monsters and fed us to them.’ He viciously kicks at the man on the ground. I can’t see any details, but it’s obvious they’re talking about Doc.

The twins must have reached the same conclusion. They jump into the crowd with their arms up. ‘That’s enough!’

‘The council has already said to leave him alone,’ says Dee, pulling a guy off Doc.

‘The Resistance council has no power over us. We’re not part of your camp, remember?’

‘Yeah,’ says another guy whose face is as withered as dried salami skin. ‘You’ve all rejected us. And it’s because of him.’ Another vicious kick.

‘The next person who kicks or hits him gets banned from all betting. You will be blackballed for the rest of your shriveled lives. Now back off.’

Amazingly, they all back off.

Everyone else might reject the locust victims, but I guess the twins don’t discriminate in their betting pools.

Dee looks just as surprised as I am. He glances over at his brother. ‘Dude, we’re the new HBO.’ He flashes a grin.

Dum reaches down and pulls up a man who I barely recognize as Doc. He holds his arm awkwardly. His face, which was already bruised, is so swollen that he can barely open his eyes.

‘Are you okay?’ I ask. ‘What’s wrong with your arm?’

‘They stomped all over it. They have no idea what they’ve done.’

‘Is it broken?’ It’s starting to dawn on me what it means to have a surgeon with a broken arm.

‘I don’t know.’ His conscious brain might not know, but his body sure thinks his arm’s broken by the way he’s cradling it. ‘It’s people like this that make me wonder why I bother to try to save them.’

Doc looks furious as he brushes past me. He only takes a couple of steps before he has to lean against a tree and take a break. Dum holds Doc to make sure he can walk steadily.

‘We have another doctor,’ says Dee to me. ‘We’ll see what she can do for him.’

‘I’ll go with you.’ I see the locust stung with new eyes. Their shriveled chests and shoulders still heave with their anger and frustration. Several of them are crying with pent-up emotions that go far deeper than the ones stirred up by the fight.

I follow the twins as they help Doc across the street.

20

I lean against the wall in a room full of patients waiting to see the camp’s doctor. Doc got high priority because he’s the only other doctor in camp. They let one of the twins into the back with him while the other took off on an errand. I was told to wait with the others in the waiting room.

There is only one candle for the entire room even though the windows are blocked off by blankets. There’s something particularly unnerving about being in a room that’s more shadow than light and hearing people around you coughing and whispering.

The door opens, and Dee’s bottle-blond head peeks in.

‘What’s the verdict?’ I ask. ‘Is it broken?’

‘Badly,’ says Dee as he walks in. ‘It’ll probably be six weeks before he can start to use his arm again.’

Six weeks. My stomach feels like I swallowed lead weights. ‘Could he instruct the other doctor during surgery? You know, to work as his hands?’

‘She’s not a surgeon. Besides, no one wants to be known as Doc’s minion. Bad for your health, you know.’

‘Yeah, I noticed.’ I chew on my lip as I think. I can’t come up with anything to do except go back with the bad news. What are we going to do now? Doc was our one shining hope for both Paige and Raffe.

The entrance door opens, and Dum walks in. ‘Hey, I saw your mom. Told her your sister was in the grove and that you’d be going there in a minute too.’

‘Thanks. Does she seem all right?’

‘She was pretty excited. Gave me a hug and a kiss,’ says Dum.

‘Really?’ I ask. ‘Do you know how long it’s been since she’s given me a hug and a kiss?’