the route and that they flew from their starting point to the
refueling post, gassed up there, and then flew the rest of the way
to Woodside. This would have left them enough fuel to get back to
the refueling point so they could go back to wherever they came
from. Or they could have gone three hundred more miles past
that.” He pointed to the largest circle on the page, which
encompassed both of the smaller ones. “If they refueled at their
original starting point and flew out from there, then there’s no
way we can even begin to know where they went.”
“So we’re practically right back where we
started,” Cade said. She slumped onto the end of the bed and leaned
against one of the bedposts. “With no real idea of where to look,
except maybe inside one of these circles.”
“It’s like trying to find a needle in a
haystack when you have no idea which haystack you’re supposed to be
looking in,” Dominic said. “Which is why I think your plan might be
the most sound. We’ve got to figure out exactly where he is, and
that means we need better intel. The Tabernacle is the only place I
know of in easy traveling distance that might have more
information. Going there is a start, and I think it’s a wise idea,
regardless of what anyone else says.” Cade looked up at him, her
heart right there on her sleeve, and he gave her a smile. “I’ve got
your back on this, Cade. I promise.”
“I hope so,” Cade said quietly, breaking her
gaze from his and shifting it to Olivia, “because I’m worried that
no one else will.”
“Remy has it too,” Dominic said confidently.
His mention of her reminded Cade of what he’d told her and Derek
seven days before.
“Were you serious about what Remy did?” she
asked. “About her shooting herself up with the cure?”
“Of course I was serious,” Dominic said. “You
think I’m going to make something like that up?”
Cade shrugged. “I don’t know. People have
made up stranger things.”
Dominic circled around behind her, leaning
over her shoulder to look at Olivia. “She’s beautiful, you know,”
he said. “Looks like a perfect cross between the two of you.”
“You’re changing the subject,” Cade
replied.
Dominic stepped away, going to the window,
and Cade twisted on the end of the bed to watch him. He stared out
at the ground below, and when he spoke, he talked to the glass in
front of him.
“I’m not making it up,” he said. “I was there
when she did it. I helped her.”
“You what ?”
“I knew you were going to get pissed about
that,” Dominic said.
“You bet your ass I was going to get pissed
about it,” Cade snapped. “What the hell did you do?”
“I…helped her inject herself with the cure,”
he said. At least he had the decency to look ashamed of himself. If
he hadn’t, Cade would have been tempted to smack him. “Look, Cade,
I had to, okay? You know there’s only so much of the
suppression medication that Derek was giving her left, and we were
bound to run out before he got off his ass and did what he needed
to do. She was desperate, and considering the circumstances we were
in, with the infected banging at the walls and about two seconds
away from getting in, it wasn’t like we could shut her up in a room
until we cured her like we did Ethan.”
Cade grimaced. “I want to argue with you so bad,” she said, “but I can’t, because you make too much
damn sense.”
Dominic shrugged. “Yeah, the sense-making
doesn’t happen very often, so when it does, relish it.” He stepped
away from the window then, turning to face Cade with a grave
expression. He leaned back against the window frame, studying her.
She studied him right back, waiting for him to voice whatever was
on his mind. “Have you finished packing yet?”
Cade motioned to the backpack propped against
the wall by the bed. “Yeah, about as well as it’s going to happen,”
she said. “I gave Sadie the duffel bag with my spare ammo and
weapons in it. I