Free Through the Dark (A Darkest Minds Collection) (A Darkest Minds Novel) by Alexandra Bracken Page B

calmed down, I think he might be trying to flirt with her. He keeps asking her questions, but she only nods or shakes her head.
    “She doesn’t talk,” I explain finally. “But she understands what you’re saying.”
    “Oh.”
    I look at him out of the corner of my eye—ginger, an explosion of freckles across his face, dressed in nice enough clothes to tell me someone out there cares enough to know he’s missing. He fidgets and shrinks back against the torn leather seat.
    “What’s your name?”
    “Are you like the woman?” he asks instead of answering. “A skip tracer?”
    At this point, I am the exact opposite of whatever a skip tracer is supposed to be. Zu points at me and gives a big thumbs-up, and I feel like she’s just singlehandedly elected me the next president of the United States.
    “Oh,” he says again. “Okay. My name’s Bryson.”
    “Nice,” I say. “I’m Gabe. This is Dorothy.”
    She reaches around Bryson and punches me in the arm again. “Ow. Fine. Zu.”
    “Zu?” Bryson grins. “That’s cool.”
    Okay. It is a little cool. Better than, like, Pauline, I guess.
    “How’d you get picked up?” I ask. After two days of talking to myself, it feels weird to be having a conversation.
    He sighs, banging his head back against the seat again. “It was really stupid. Della’s gonna kill me.”
    “Della being your mom?” I didn’t start calling my mother by her first name until I turned twenty and was embarrassed to have the word associated with her.
    “No, she’s…she’s watching me and my brother and a couple other kids. She and her husband are really nice and they’re taking care of us until things get better.”
    “She’s hiding you?” I ask. Wow. The lady must have balls of steel. I should know. Terror’s got mine in a viselike grip. “Then yeah, I’d say Della is probably going to kill you.”
    The whole setup is really fascinating. This woman, Della, and her husband, Jim, had recently moved to a quiet neighborhood in Glendale—one that was still hanging in there while the streets and cities around it started vacating with foreclosures. They didn’t have children of their own but were the friendly kind and, more importantly, were open enough with their views on Gray to be immediately trusted by the others. It started with one kid in Bryson’s neighborhood disappearing the night of his tenth birthday. Then, a few months later, another kid vanished. Finally, when it was Bryson’s birthday, his mother woke both him and his brother up in the middle of the night and brought them over to Jim and Della’s house, telling them only that they needed to be good and stay hidden until she came back for them.
    “You didn’t like it there?” I ask.
    “No—no, Jim and Della are the best. She’s a really good cook and Jim’s been teaching us how to fix cars in the garage. It just sucks to have to stay in the attic a lot of the time. We don’t really get to go outside, either.”
    “And you got caught because you got sick of it?”
    Another sigh. “Because they said they were going to take us to California, to a place there that was safe, and my brother, he’s such a baby—he didn’t want to go without this stuffed bear he used to sleep with. I just thought…it’s not so far between our houses, and if I snuck out during the night I could be real quick, you know?”
    Zu nods, all sympathy, but there’s something about her expression that makes me think she wants to ask him a question.
    “I’m guessing the skip tracer was lurking around the neighborhood, waiting for one of you missing kids to turn back up?”
    “I guess.”
    This is the part where I’m supposed to say something to make him feel better. I know it is, because Zu is giving me this look like That’s your cue, buddy .
    “Well…it was nice of you to try. I’m sure, um, your brother appreciated it.”
    “If I were smart, I would have taken Marty with me. He’s a Blue—he could have, like, thrown her