Free Wild Sky 2 by Suzanne Brockmann, Melanie Brockmann

oxy-clepta-di-estraphen,” Dana continued, “nicknamed Destiny, which has the power to cure the most deadly forms of cancer, and return lost youth to the elderly.”
    “Sweet!” Garrett said.
    “Including all of the ancient and gnarly twenty-five-year-olds who want to look eighteen again,” I pointed out.
    “Stupid people misuse just about every drug out there,” Garrett argued.
    “The catch here is that Destiny is instantly addictive,” Cal interjected bluntly. “It’s a death sentence. One injection, and you need more or you will die.”
    “It’s also crazy expensive,” I said. “A single dose might last anywhere from a week or two—three weeks if you’re lucky—and it costs close to five thousand dollars.”
    “Whoa. That’s harsh.”
    “It’s more if you want the good stuff,” Dana said. “And then, there’s jokering.”
    “That doesn’t sound good,” Garrett said.
    “Destiny users often develop some of the same superpowers that Greater-Thans have,” I told him. “But it happens too fast, just bam , and it’s too much for them. D-users lose their ability to empathize and become morally corrupt.”
    “They turn into crazy-ass super-villains who think they’re above the law,” Calvin translated for Garrett. “Sometimes it happens slowly, like with Rochelle getting hotter but meaner? And sometimes it happens suddenly—that’s called jokering .”
    “A Destiny user can joker anytime,” Dana explained grimly. “And when they do, they usually wreak a lot of havoc—kill their entire families, blow up buildings, take out a school bus filled with children…”
    Garrett did the simple math. “So, if Rochelle’s a Destiny addict…”
    “We don’t know that,” Dana told him. “We won’t know for sure. Not until we go and see her.”
    “But we think she is,” Cal said. “I mean, honestly? While you guys were in the girls’ room, Garrett was starting to tell us this story about how he heard Rochelle getting really nasty with Jilly once, calling her all kinds of names.”
    “She didn’t know I was there, and the name-calling was off the hook,” Garrett agreed. “We’re talking c-word—but that wasn’t the worst of it. They were in the kitchen, and Ro just starts screaming, and I heard this crashing sound, and Ro’s going, I swear, I will lock you in again, you little c-word , and I come running, and Jilly’s on the floor with all these groceries and broken bottles and shit, and I’m like, Are you okay? And Rochelle’s all, Ha-ha-ha-ha, silly Jilly! She tripped, and I’m looking at Jilly, and she’s already cleaning up the mess, and she’s like, Yes. Yes, I tripped. I’m so clumsy.
    “And I know she’s lying, and I back off. But I ask her about it later, like, Lock you in where? And Jilly insists everything’s okay, that it’s no big deal. She tells me that lock-in is what Ro calls it when Jilly’s grounded.” He laughed ruefully. “I mean, if that house had a basement, that’s the first place I’d look for her. But it doesn’t so…”
    “It’s got goddamn closets, doesn’t it?” Milo spoke up for the first time in what seemed like forever. He’d been leaning against the wall, but now he’d straightened up.
    We must’ve all turned to look at him—Milo rarely swore, and I wasn’t the only one surprised by the vehemence in his usually soft voice.
    He cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he said. “I just… Houses have closets. That’s all.”
    “Starting tomorrow morning, first thing, we’ll stake out Rochelle’s house,” Dana decided. “And when she’s out, and we know for sure that she’ll be gone for a while, we’ll go inside and look for Jilly.”
    “Thank you,” Garrett said, and it was weird because he both looked and sounded like he meant it. But then he asked, “Do you think she’s already dead? Do you think if Ro’s a Destiny addict that she’s already killed Jilly?”
    Dana didn’t pull her punch. “It’s possible,