want to go to the police with this just yet .”
“ Why not ?” he asked.
Angela looked back towards the lighted doorway, an easy two hundred yards away. She was having tro uble breathing. The air had no life in it.
Did t he people scream as t hey die d, and did they su ck all the life out of the air?
“ I went out with Jim Kline last night ,” she said.
K evin plopped down on the floor beside her. “ Why? ”
“ H e asked me. I said yes .” She shrugged. “ We went out after t he game. We ate and then went for a walk along the lake.”
H e was hur t. “ Why didn't you tell me?”
“ I di dn't want to hurt your feelings.”
Ke vin's face crumpled. In the harsh shadows cast by the flash light it was particularly pa t he ti c . “ It hurts my feeling s more t ha t you ’ d lie to me about it.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. She wanted to touch him, to hold him, but couldn't in this hellish place. They had to get out into th e air soon. She didn't know why she had chosen now in to tell him about Jim .
“Do you like him?” Kevin asked.
“ I don't know . Maybe.”
K evin s norted. “ What about what Mary says? What about this drie d blood? Are we just performing character re search here? If we are , I'd s ay the guy gets a lousy rating.”
“Kevin.”
“ What's wrong with me? ” he asked.
That hurt – the wor st of all questions. I love you. Why don’t you l ove me? She honestly believed that s he would have preferred to ask it than to answer it.
“The re's nothing wrong with you , Kevin ,” she said as gent ly as she could. “ There's something wrong with me. ”
“Yeah, right. A body overflowing with hormones .”
She began to cry. It surprised her. The tears just sprang out. “ I'm serious, ” she said. “I don't feel right.”
Kevin quietened. He put his arm around her. “ What's wr o ng with you? ” he asked .
I’m hungry. I need another cou ple of Big Ma cs . I don't even care if they serve me the meat ra w. I mig ht even prefe r it.
She sniffed . “I had a bad dream l ast night. ”
“Was I in it?”
She had to laugh, ev en though she continued to cry. “ No. I was al one. I was far from home, in a horrible world. But I can’t talk about that right now. And the reason I went out with Jim – I can't talk about that, either. I just want to tell you that I do care about you. You're my friend. That 's all I can say right now.”
Kevin took a moment to answer. “ Are you going to see him again? ”
“ No ,” she lied.
“Will you promise me?”
She studied his lovely, innocent face. Those brown eyes that sparkled even in the darkness of the warehouse . She reached over and brushed his hair aside. She kiss ed his cheek.
Yes. I promise you that you are wonderful . That much I know.
“ Yes ,” she said.
He continued to hold her eyes. He was sharp. Perhaps he believed her. Perhaps he didn't. But he did relax. “Why can't we go to the police? ” he asked.
“ I want to do more research first.”
“On what?”
“Indians,” she said.
“Huh?”
She let go of him and stood, wiping her hands o n her trousers, the fla shlight tucked under her chin. “ You said they lived here first . I want to hear their side of the story.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ang e la drove Kevin hom e. They spoke little on the way. Kevin was still digesting the news that s he had gone out with another guy. Angela couldn't stop thinking about fo o d . She had nine bucks in her purse, but she wondered if s he needed to stop at an automatic teller machine to get more money in order to satisfy her hunger. She hadn't a clue what was causing the immense craving. She couldn't be pregnant, that she knew for sure.
Kevin was reluctant to leave her when she stopped in front of his house. “ Where are you going? ” he asked.
“To the library.”
“ Why don't you want me to come with you? ” he asked .
“Bec ause I'm in a weird mood. ”
“You 're always in a weird mood . I can
“ Why not ?” he asked.
Angela looked back towards the lighted doorway, an easy two hundred yards away. She was having tro uble breathing. The air had no life in it.
Did t he people scream as t hey die d, and did they su ck all the life out of the air?
“ I went out with Jim Kline last night ,” she said.
K evin plopped down on the floor beside her. “ Why? ”
“ H e asked me. I said yes .” She shrugged. “ We went out after t he game. We ate and then went for a walk along the lake.”
H e was hur t. “ Why didn't you tell me?”
“ I di dn't want to hurt your feelings.”
Ke vin's face crumpled. In the harsh shadows cast by the flash light it was particularly pa t he ti c . “ It hurts my feeling s more t ha t you ’ d lie to me about it.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. She wanted to touch him, to hold him, but couldn't in this hellish place. They had to get out into th e air soon. She didn't know why she had chosen now in to tell him about Jim .
“Do you like him?” Kevin asked.
“ I don't know . Maybe.”
K evin s norted. “ What about what Mary says? What about this drie d blood? Are we just performing character re search here? If we are , I'd s ay the guy gets a lousy rating.”
“Kevin.”
“ What's wrong with me? ” he asked.
That hurt – the wor st of all questions. I love you. Why don’t you l ove me? She honestly believed that s he would have preferred to ask it than to answer it.
“The re's nothing wrong with you , Kevin ,” she said as gent ly as she could. “ There's something wrong with me. ”
“Yeah, right. A body overflowing with hormones .”
She began to cry. It surprised her. The tears just sprang out. “ I'm serious, ” she said. “I don't feel right.”
Kevin quietened. He put his arm around her. “ What's wr o ng with you? ” he asked .
I’m hungry. I need another cou ple of Big Ma cs . I don't even care if they serve me the meat ra w. I mig ht even prefe r it.
She sniffed . “I had a bad dream l ast night. ”
“Was I in it?”
She had to laugh, ev en though she continued to cry. “ No. I was al one. I was far from home, in a horrible world. But I can’t talk about that right now. And the reason I went out with Jim – I can't talk about that, either. I just want to tell you that I do care about you. You're my friend. That 's all I can say right now.”
Kevin took a moment to answer. “ Are you going to see him again? ”
“ No ,” she lied.
“Will you promise me?”
She studied his lovely, innocent face. Those brown eyes that sparkled even in the darkness of the warehouse . She reached over and brushed his hair aside. She kiss ed his cheek.
Yes. I promise you that you are wonderful . That much I know.
“ Yes ,” she said.
He continued to hold her eyes. He was sharp. Perhaps he believed her. Perhaps he didn't. But he did relax. “Why can't we go to the police? ” he asked.
“ I want to do more research first.”
“On what?”
“Indians,” she said.
“Huh?”
She let go of him and stood, wiping her hands o n her trousers, the fla shlight tucked under her chin. “ You said they lived here first . I want to hear their side of the story.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ang e la drove Kevin hom e. They spoke little on the way. Kevin was still digesting the news that s he had gone out with another guy. Angela couldn't stop thinking about fo o d . She had nine bucks in her purse, but she wondered if s he needed to stop at an automatic teller machine to get more money in order to satisfy her hunger. She hadn't a clue what was causing the immense craving. She couldn't be pregnant, that she knew for sure.
Kevin was reluctant to leave her when she stopped in front of his house. “ Where are you going? ” he asked.
“To the library.”
“ Why don't you want me to come with you? ” he asked .
“Bec ause I'm in a weird mood. ”
“You 're always in a weird mood . I can
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