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and cringed inwardly. She’d have to stay upstairs and be quiet if there were strangers in the house. Then he remembered his promise about her wings. He bit his lip.

She let out a harsh chuckle. “Will I be any safer there?”

“What does that mean?”

“You’re the weirdest person I’ve ever met, Alvin. I mean, sorry, no offense, but why the hell would I knock on your door?”

She stood and turned on her barefoot heel and took herself away, walking at a brisk and gingerly pace.

Barry moseyed over and sat in her seat. “She’ll be okay,” he said. He picked up her spoon and began to finish her breakfast. “You know, I can’t watch the way I could yesterday, not anymore. Too visible. What do I do now?”

Aaron shrugged. “Find a job. Be visible. Get a place to live. We can have each other over for dinner.”

Brett said, “Maybe I could get a job where I got to watch. Security guard.”

August nodded. He closed his eyes.

“She’s very pretty,” Barry said. “Prettier than Mimi.”

“If you say so.”

“Kurt’s awake.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You could introduce me to him.”

I did it for your own good, you know. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words, for the enormity of what she’d done was overwhelming her. She’d found three of his friends and treated each of them to an evening of terror and hurt, and none of them would tell her where her brother was, none of them knew. Maybe they’d been innocent all along.

“Where are you?”

“Far from you,” he said. In the background, she heard a girl crying.

“It’s going to happen, we’re going to cover the whole Market,” Kurt said. He had the latest coverage map out and it looked like he was right. “Look at this.” The overlapping rings of WiFi false-colored over the map were nearly total.

“Are those our own nodes, or just friendlies?” Alan asked, all his confusion and worry forgotten at the sight of the map.

“Those are our own,” Kurt said. “Not so many friendlies.” He tapped a key and showed a map of the city with a pitiful sprinkling of fellow travelers who’d opened up their networks and renamed them “ParasiteNet.”

“You’ll have more,” Buddy said. Kurt looked a question at Alan.

“My brother Brent,” he said. “Meet Kurt.”

They shook.

“Your brother?”

Adam nodded.

“Not one of the missing ones?”

He shook his head. “A different one.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Kurt wiped off his palms. Adam looked around the little private nest at the back of the shop, at the small, meshed-in window on the back wall. Danny watched at that window sometimes.

“I’m gonna send a screengrab of this to Lyman, he’ll bust a nut.”

It made Anton smile. Lyman and Kurt were the unlikeliest of pals, but pals they were.

“You do that.”

“Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”

Anton smiled shyly. “No volunteers today?”

Kurt shrugged, a jingle of chains. “Nope. Slow day. Some days just are. Was thinking of seeing a movie or something. Wanna come?”

“I can’t,” Anton said.

“Sure,” Brett said, oblivious to the fact that the invitation hadn’t really been directed at him. “I’d like that.”

“O-kaaay,” Kurt said. “Great. Gimme an hour or so and meet me out front.”

“It’s a date.”

He was half a block from home when he spotted Natalie sitting on her porch, staring at the park. Kurt and Link were gone. The patio at the Greek’s was full. He was stood in his bare feet in the middle of Kensington Market on a busy shopping day, and he had absolutely nowhere to go. Nowhere he belonged.

He realized that Natalie had never put him in touch with her boss at Martian Signal.

Barefoot, there wasn’t much of anywhere he could go. But he didn’t want to be home with Mimi and he didn’t want to walk past Natalie. Barefoot, he ended up in the alleyway behind Kurt’s again, with nowhere else to go.

Blake and Kurt got back around suppertime, and by then Alan had counted every shingle on the roofs of the garages, had carefully snapped the sharps off of two syringes he found in some weeds, and then sat and waited until he was ready to scream.

Blake walked confidently into the shop, through Kurt’s nest, and to the back door. He opened it and smiled at Adam. “Come on in,” he said.

“Right,” Alan said. “How was the movie?”

“It was fine,” Kurt said.

“Incredible,” Burt said. “I mean, incredible. God, I haven’t been to the movies in ten years at least. So loud, Jesus, I’ve never heard anything like that.”

“It was just A&E,” Kurt said. “Asses and explosions.”

Alan felt a wave of affection for his friend, and an indefinite sadness, a feeling that they were soon to be parted.

Kurt stretched and cracked his knuckles. “Getting time for me to go out diving.”

“Let’s go get some dinner, okay?” Andy said to Brad.

“G’night guys,” Kurt said, locking the door behind them.

“I’m sorry,” she said. There had been five minutes of near-silence on the line, only the girl crying in the background at his end. She wasn’t sure if he’d set the phone down or if he was listening, but the “sorry” drew a small audible breath out of him.

“I’m really, really sorry,” she said, and her hands felt sticky with blood. “God, I just wanted to save you.”

Mimi was back in bed when they got home. Alan took a shower and scrubbed at his feet, then padded silently around the shuttered bedroom, dressing in the dark. Mimi made a sleepful noise.

“I’m making dinner,” he said. “Want some?”

“Can you bring it up here?” she said.

“Yeah, sure,” he said.

“I just can’t face—” She waved a hand at the door, then let it flop back down to the bed.

“It’s all right, babe,” he said.

He and Brad ate dinner in silence in the kitchen, boiled hot dogs with cheese and sliced baby tomatoes from the garden and lemonade from scratch. Bradley ate seven. Mimi had three bites out of the one that he brought up to her room, and when he went up to collect her plate, she was asleep and had the covers wrapped snugly around her. He took a spare sheet and a blanket out of the linen closet and brought it downstairs and made up the living room sofa. In moments, he was sleeping.

This night, he was keenly aware of what had roused him from sleep. It was a scream, at the back of the house. A scared, drunken scream that was half a roar.

He was at the back door in a moment, still scrubbing at his eyes with his fists, and Bennett was there already.

He opened the door and hit the switch that turned on the garden lights, the back porch lights, the garage lights in the coach house. It was bright enough to dazzle him, but he’d squinted in anticipation.

So it only took him a moment to take in the tableau. There was Link, on the ground, splayed out and face down, wearing boxer shorts and nothing else, his face in a vegetable bed in the next door yard. There was Krishna, standing in the doorway, face grim, holding a hammer and advancing on Link.

He shouted, something wordless and alarmed, and Link rolled over and climbed up to his feet and lurched a few steps deeper into the postage-stamp-sized yard, limping badly. Krishna advanced two steps into the yard, hammer held casually at his waist.

Alan, barefoot, ran to the dividing fence and threw himself at it going up it like a cat, landing hard and painfully, feeling something small and important give in his ankle. Krishna nodded cordially at him, then hefted the hammer again.

Krishna took another step toward Alan and then Natalie, moving so fast that she was a blur, streaked out of the back door, leaping onto Krishna’s back. She held there for a minute and he rocked on his heels, but then he swung the hammer back, the claws first.

It took her just above her left eye with a sound like an awl punching through leather and her cry was terrible. She let go and fell over backward, holding her face, screaming.

But it was enough time, enough distraction, and Alan had hold of Krishna’s wrist. Remembering a time a long time ago, he pulled Krishna’s hand to his face, heedless of the shining hammer, and bit down on the base of his thumb as hard as he could, until Krishna loosed the hammer with a shout. It grazed Alan’s temple and then bounced off his collarbone on the way to the ground, and he was momentarily stunned.

And here was Link, gasping with each step, left leg useless, but hauling himself forward anyway, big brawny arms reaching for Krishna, pasting a hard punch on his cheek and then taking hold of his throat and bearing him down to the ground.

Alan looked around. Benny was still on his side of the fence. Mimi’s face poked out from around the door. The sound of another hard punch made him look around as Link shook the ache out of his knuckles and made to lay another on Krishna’s face. He had a forearm across his throat, and Krishna gasped for breath.

“Don’t,” Adam said. Link looked at him, lip stuck out in belligerence.

“Stop me,” he said. “Try it. Fucker took a hammer to my knee.”

Natalie went to him, her hand over her face. “Don’t do it,” she said. She put a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll call the cops.”

Krishna made a choking sound. Link eased up on him a little, and he drew a ragged breath. “Go ahead and call them,” he rasped.

Alan took a slow step back. “Brian, can you bring me the phone, please?”

Link looked at his sister, blood streaming down her face, at Krishna’s misshapen nose and mouth, distorted into a pink, meaty sneer. He clenched each fist in turn.

“No cops,” he said.

Natalie spat. “Why the hell not?” She spat again. Blood was running into her eye, down her cheek, into her mouth.

“The girl, she’s inside. Drunk. She’s only 15.”

Alan watched the brother and sister stare at one another. Blaine handed him the phone. He hit a speed dial.

“I need a taxi to Toronto Western Hospital at 22 Wales Avenue, at Augusta,” he said. He hung up. “Go out front,” he told Natalie. “Get a towel for your face on your way.”

“Andrew—” she said.

“I’ll call the cops,” he said. “I’ll tell them where to find you.”

It was as she turned to go that Krishna made a lunge for the hammer. Billy was already kicking it out of the way, and Link, thrown from his chest, got up on one knee and punched him hard in the kidneys, and he went back down. Natalie was crying again.

“Go,” Alan said, gently. “We’ll be okay.”

She went.

Link’s chest heaved. “I think you need to go to the hospital too, Link,” Alan said. The injured knee was already so swollen that it was visible, like a volleyball, beneath his baggy trousers.

“No,” Link said. “I wait here.”

“You don’t want to be here when the cops arrive,” Alan said.

Krishna, face down in the dirt, spat. “He’s not going to call any cops,” he said. “It’s grown-up stuff, little boy. You should run along.”

Absently, Link punched him in the back of the head. “Shut up,” he said. He was breathing more normally now. He shifted and made a squeaking sound.

“I just heard the cab pull up,” Alan said. “Brian can help you to the front door. You can keep your sister company, get your knee looked at.”

“The girl—” he said.

“Yes. She’ll be sober in the morning, and gone. I’ll see to it,” Adam said. “All right?”

Brian helped him to his feet and toward the door, and Andrew stood warily near Krishna.

“Get up,” he said.

Mimi, in his doorway, across the fence, made a sound that was half a moan.

Krishna lay still for a moment, then slowly struggled to his knees and then his feet.

“Now what?” Krishna said, one hand pressed to his pulped

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