have it stored away. I’ll take care of the coverage.”
On the way to the house, Grace had asked Noah what it was.
“Nothing to concern you,” he had answered, sliding his key card through the front door lock. “I have some calls to make. I’ll see you for dinner.” Then he’d walked into the library and closed the door behind him.
Grace continued to look out her bedroom window. She had an odd feeling. A feeling she hadn’t felt since she thought Marty was her twin. Back then, she could feel Marty’s presence. There were times when she felt they could communicate with something like telepathy.
She was tempted to use the secret passage to try to sneak out and find out what was going on, but she couldn’t. Not with all of the surveillance cameras on the grounds. If she went out during the day, someone was sure to spot her and report back to Noah. Then he would know that she knew about the passages.
Were they talking about Marty? she wondered, searching the Ark. Is he out there?
“Is he still there?” Luther asked.
“Yeah.”
“Is he looking at me?”
It was hard for Marty to tell in the dimly lit underground exhibit, but one thing was clear. Butch was not watching the snake swallowing the rabbit. He was staring in the general direction of Luther’s nicked head like a snake himself, getting ready to strike.
“I think so,” Marty said.
“Is he alone?”
“There are so many people jammed in there, I can’t tell.”
“Should I go left or right?” Luther asked.
There were two ways in and out of the exhibit, and Luther and Butch were standing about dead center between them.
“Go to your right,” Marty said. “I’ll try to distract him. When you get out, you need to avoid the surveillance cameras and find a place to hide out.”
“Where you are hiding?”
“In a toilet stall.”
“You’re kidding.”
“You need to go!” Marty said. “Ready?”
“I guess.”
Luther put his phone into his pocket and moved his head and shoulders like he was loosening them up.
Marty dove the dragonspy into Butch’s left ear. Butch turned and swatted at it. People yelled as Luther pushed his way through the crowd. Butch dove for him and missed, but the burly security guard waiting outside the exhibit didn’t. By the time Marty got the dragonspy past the angry zoo visitors and outside, Luther was being half dragged, half trotted down the path between Butch and the guard. He thought about trying another dive-bomb attack, but worried it wouldn’t work, and in the light Butch might figure out that the annoying bug was actually a high-tech bot.
Luther was yelling his head off about civil liberties, lawsuits, mistaken identity, kidnapping, assault, and rich, powerful parents. Butch and the guard ignored him. The handful of zoo visitors weren’t paying much attention, either. It looked like security was escorting a crazy boy out of the zoo.
Which is completely believable , Marty thought. Luther doesn’t look like Luther. Maybe Butch had been sent to the anaconda exhibit to check out a potential crazy. Maybe I made a mistake in having him run. Does Butch recognize him now that he has him in hand?
They stopped in the middle of the path. Butch said something to the guard, which the dragonfly was too far away to pick up. Marty flew it in closer.
“You’re sure?” the security guard said.
“Yeah, I got this,” Butch said, holding on to Luther’s arm. “Shove off.”
“Don’t!” Luther yelled. “He’s going to kill me!”
“Not likely,” Butch said. “But I am going to call your mother and tell her you’re back at the Ark causing trouble again. She might kill you.” Butch gave the guard his best smile, which looked more like a grimace. “His mom’s a big donor. Dr. Blackwood asked me to come up and take care of this personally, and quietly … if you know what I mean.”
“What he means is that he’s going to murder me!” Luther shouted.
The security guard laughed and walked
On the way to the house, Grace had asked Noah what it was.
“Nothing to concern you,” he had answered, sliding his key card through the front door lock. “I have some calls to make. I’ll see you for dinner.” Then he’d walked into the library and closed the door behind him.
Grace continued to look out her bedroom window. She had an odd feeling. A feeling she hadn’t felt since she thought Marty was her twin. Back then, she could feel Marty’s presence. There were times when she felt they could communicate with something like telepathy.
She was tempted to use the secret passage to try to sneak out and find out what was going on, but she couldn’t. Not with all of the surveillance cameras on the grounds. If she went out during the day, someone was sure to spot her and report back to Noah. Then he would know that she knew about the passages.
Were they talking about Marty? she wondered, searching the Ark. Is he out there?
“Is he still there?” Luther asked.
“Yeah.”
“Is he looking at me?”
It was hard for Marty to tell in the dimly lit underground exhibit, but one thing was clear. Butch was not watching the snake swallowing the rabbit. He was staring in the general direction of Luther’s nicked head like a snake himself, getting ready to strike.
“I think so,” Marty said.
“Is he alone?”
“There are so many people jammed in there, I can’t tell.”
“Should I go left or right?” Luther asked.
There were two ways in and out of the exhibit, and Luther and Butch were standing about dead center between them.
“Go to your right,” Marty said. “I’ll try to distract him. When you get out, you need to avoid the surveillance cameras and find a place to hide out.”
“Where you are hiding?”
“In a toilet stall.”
“You’re kidding.”
“You need to go!” Marty said. “Ready?”
“I guess.”
Luther put his phone into his pocket and moved his head and shoulders like he was loosening them up.
Marty dove the dragonspy into Butch’s left ear. Butch turned and swatted at it. People yelled as Luther pushed his way through the crowd. Butch dove for him and missed, but the burly security guard waiting outside the exhibit didn’t. By the time Marty got the dragonspy past the angry zoo visitors and outside, Luther was being half dragged, half trotted down the path between Butch and the guard. He thought about trying another dive-bomb attack, but worried it wouldn’t work, and in the light Butch might figure out that the annoying bug was actually a high-tech bot.
Luther was yelling his head off about civil liberties, lawsuits, mistaken identity, kidnapping, assault, and rich, powerful parents. Butch and the guard ignored him. The handful of zoo visitors weren’t paying much attention, either. It looked like security was escorting a crazy boy out of the zoo.
Which is completely believable , Marty thought. Luther doesn’t look like Luther. Maybe Butch had been sent to the anaconda exhibit to check out a potential crazy. Maybe I made a mistake in having him run. Does Butch recognize him now that he has him in hand?
They stopped in the middle of the path. Butch said something to the guard, which the dragonfly was too far away to pick up. Marty flew it in closer.
“You’re sure?” the security guard said.
“Yeah, I got this,” Butch said, holding on to Luther’s arm. “Shove off.”
“Don’t!” Luther yelled. “He’s going to kill me!”
“Not likely,” Butch said. “But I am going to call your mother and tell her you’re back at the Ark causing trouble again. She might kill you.” Butch gave the guard his best smile, which looked more like a grimace. “His mom’s a big donor. Dr. Blackwood asked me to come up and take care of this personally, and quietly … if you know what I mean.”
“What he means is that he’s going to murder me!” Luther shouted.
The security guard laughed and walked
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