Page 162 of Life and Death
“We lead her off, then Archie and Jessamine will run him south.”
“And then?”
Edythe’s voice turned icy. “As soon as Beau is clear, we hunt her.”
“I guess she’s left us no other choice,” Carine agreed, her expression grim.
Edythe looked at Royal. “Get him upstairs and trade clothes.”
Royal stared back at her, incredulous.
“And why would I do that?” he asked. “What is he to me?”
“Roy . . . ,” Eleanor murmured, putting one hand on his shoulder. He shook it off.
My eyes were on Edythe, worried that this would set off her temper, but she surprised me. She looked away from Royal like he hadn’t spoken, like he didn’t exist.
“Earnest?” she asked calmly.
“Of course.”
As he was speaking, he was already at my side and ducking to grab me in a fireman’s hold. We were up the stairs before I could register what was happening.
“What are we doing?” I asked as he set me down in a dark room somewhere off the second-story hall.
“Trying to confuse the scent trail. It won’t work for long, but it might give you a head start.” His voice was muffled as he pulled his shirt over his head.
I yanked my sweater off and held it out to him. He switched mine for his. I struggled to get my arms through the right holes, then yanked my jeans off. We traded. His pants were a little too short, but otherwise fit fine. He pulled me back to the hall. Earnest looked smaller in my clothes; he’d rolled the bottoms of my jeans. Archie was suddenly there; a leather satchel hung over his arm. They each grabbed one of my elbows and flew down the stairs.
It looked like everything had been settled. Edythe and Eleanor were ready to leave, Eleanor carrying a big backpack over her shoulder. Carine handed something small to Earnest. She turned to Archie and handed him the same thing—a tiny silver cell phone.
“Earnest and Royal will be taking your truck, Beau,” she told me as she passed. I nodded, glancing warily at Royal. He was glaring at Carine, resentful.
“Archie, Jess, take the Mercedes. You’ll need the dark tint in the South.”
They nodded.
“We’ll take the Jeep.”
Carine stopped next to Edythe. I realized that this was the hunting party, and I felt like I was going to throw up. How did it get to this point? Why had they listened to my idea? It was obviously wrong.
“Archie, will they take the bait?”
Everyone watched Archie as he closed his eyes and became incredibly still. A few seconds later his eyes opened again.
“She’ll track you. The man will follow the truck. We’ll be able to leave after that.” He was positive.
“Let’s go,” Carine said, heading for the kitchen.
But Edythe came back for me. She stared up at me, her gold eyes huge and deep and full of a million words she didn’t have time to say, and reached up to put her hands on my face. I leaned down, my hands already in her hair. For the shortest second, her lips were icy and hard against mine.
Then it was over. She pushed my shoulders back. Her eyes went blank, dead, just before she turned away from me.
They were gone.
We stood there, no one looking at me while I stared after them. It felt like someone had ripped all the skin off my face. My eyes burned.
The silent moment dragged. Archie’s eyes were closed again. Then Earnest’sphone vibrated in his hand, and Archie nodded once. The phone flashed to Earnest’s ear.
