of surprise would help him. He braced himself, about to rise, but before he could, Bridget was already standing.
âHey, bozo!â she called out, and ran forward. Rory heard a thud and a cry. He leaped to his feet and raced out from behind the Dumpster. To his considerable surprise, Bill lay prone at Bridgetâs feet, a huge red mark square in the center of his forehead. Bridget shrugged, lifting the cleaver in her hand.
âI whacked him with the blunt end,â she said proudly. âHe sure didnât see it coming!â
Rory took a second to breathe before hitting his sister in the shoulder, hard.
âWhen we get home, Iâm going to kill you,â he said crossly. âCome on, weâve got to get moving before he wakes up.â
He started to jog away. Bridget ran after him.
âNo âthank you, Bridgetâ?â She pouted. âNo âYouâre the best sister everâ? You are an ungrateful brother, Rory Hennessy.â They reached the end of the alley and turned the corner. As they rushed back toward Broadway, Rory glanced angrily at Bridgetâs paper body.
âI thought I locked that body up!â
âCome on, the apartmentâs only so big,â Bridget shot back. âBehind the baseball cards was, like, the third place I looked.â
âHow many times have you gone out in that thing anyway?â he asked, frowning.
âThis is the first timeââ Bridget began to say, but Rory was sniffing the air.
âIs that smoke?â he asked, cutting her off. âHave you been around a fire or something?â A memory tickled him from earlier that day. âWait a second! That burning car, with the mystery person saving the baby . . .â
âNo one knew it was me,â she protested. âI had to do something! I saved your life, too, remember!â
âBeing a hero is too dangerous, Bridget,â he scolded her. âYouâll get yourself hurt or killed, paper body or no paper body. Remember what Flavio said about the body being temporary? Every little tear in the papier-mâché could be very dangerous, in ways we donât know anything about! When we get home, weâre throwing that thing out!â
Bridget lapsed into silence, still pouting. The dark streets around them seemed deserted. Rory had no idea what to do next. Should they head back to Dyckmanâs farmhouse? For all he knew, Nicholas was dead. So what should he do now? Thankfully, before he had too much time to worry, a bark cut through the quiet air.
Tucket bolted out of the shadows, racing right for them. Close on his heels came Alexa, disheveled and bleedingâbut alive. Relief erupted on her face when she saw them.
âThank the gods!â she cried, pulling both of them into a rough embrace. âWe thought you were dead, Rory.â
âNot yet,â Rory said, peering around for the other members of the watch while trying to keep Tucket from mauling him with his big tongue. âWhere is everyone else? How is . . . is he okay?â
Alexaâs eyes looked tired and heavy.
âWeâre not sure yet. That cleaver got him good, right in the midsection. We beat the Hessians off; or at least we think we did. They probably rereated once you were taken. Fritz called the gypsy cab and paid for it himself to bring Nicholas down to his fatherâs farm. Simonâs helping him. Lincolnâs with them, too. He was hurt pretty bad in his leg, but I think heâll be okay.â
âHow did you find us?â Bridget wanted to know. Alexa nodded toward Tucket, who was happily hopping around at their feet.
âI just followed the dog,â she said. âHe took me right to you.â
Rory gave Tucket a rough hug. âThank you, Tucket.â He glanced up at Bridget. âAnd thank you, Bridget. Youâre the best sister ever.â
âYou bet your booty I am,â Bridget replied, fighting a smile and
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