Free Legacy by Kate Kaynak Page B

calling us at 5:12 a.m.?
    I stared at the phone in my hand. The caller ID read “Ganzfield.” How was I supposed to handle this? I flipped it open before it went to voicemail. Across the clearing, Trevor was dreaming again. A nearby bush bent sideways, and dozens of tiny leaves flashed alternating sides of forest and mint-green in the pale light as they spiraled to the ground.
    “Hmm,” I said into the phone.
    “Maddie? That you?” Rachel asked.
    “Hmm,” I said again. I felt stupid, answering the phone this way. Why did I even have a phone anymore?
    “I know you’re still in southern Michigan, so get moving. I checked as soon as I woke up and Isaiah’s bee-lining out 94 east, going at least eighty. He just passed the turn-off for Battle Creek.”
    Crap.
    “Hmm,” I said, completely aware of how little that told her. We could at least have worked out a code ahead of time for situations like this—one grunt for yes, two for no, or something. Wait, I could text her. I sent a quick Leaving now to her email address. I wondered when she’d check her email—she’d called from one of the Ganzfield land-lines.
    I packed our bags in the two minutes it took for Trevor’s dream to end. When I could get close again, I gently shook him awake . Isaiah’s coming. He’s on Route 94, just past Battle Creek.
    Trevor shocked alert. “That’s less than an hour from here!”
    We grabbed up Trevor’s sleeping bag and ran back toward our little rental car.
    Archer and Lilith. Conflicting anxieties tore at him. If we went back to Barton Hills for them, we’d cut into our lead against Isaiah. Trevor wanted to keep me safe, and he wanted to keep them safe—he couldn’t do both.
    I can’t shield Archer and Lilith’s minds if he catches us with them .
    “He’s probably coming for the two of us. If we can draw him away—”
    We arrived at the car. Let me drive . I dug into my pocket for the cell phone while Trevor pulled out the keys and we tossed them to each other. You call and warn Archer and Lilith.
    We sped into the sunrise as I practiced throwing a mental shield around us while driving. It wasn’t easy, especially without coffee. Fortunately, it was early on a Saturday morning so both automotive and mental traffic were light on the highway into Detroit.
    “Isaiah Lerner’s in Michigan and is coming this way,” Trevor said into the phone. Archer had finally picked up after eight rings. He sounded groggy and confused. “He’s probably coming for Maddie and me, but you and Lilith need to get out of the house. Now. Go to Laurie’s. Get her and the kids moving, too.”
    Archer mumbled something about Lilith refusing to have a part in what she called “all that nonsense.”
    “Then get in the car without her, Archer. If he’s coming for G-positives, you’ll draw him away from her.” Apparently, Trevor had also concluded that his grandmother was a G-negative. “But Laurie’s a carrier and the girls might be, too. You need to stay on the move so he can’t find you. Drive on the highways. Change direction every half hour, but don’t double back. Call—” he fumbled with the phone, making it display the number back at Ganzfield, which he read off to his grandfather twice. “Ask them where Isaiah is. Tell them you’re my family. They’ll let you know when it’s safe to go home.”
    “I’m impressed with the way you’re handling this, my boy.” Something in Trevor’s soul blossomed at Archer’s approval and, in spite of everything, I smiled.
     
     
    After Trevor finished the call, he stared at the phone in his hand, trying to figure out what to do next. Should I call Laurie? Should I call back and try to talk Lilith into going with Archer?
    Let Archer take care of that. Can you call Rachel to let her know we’re moving and to see where Isaiah is?
    Rachel was relieved to be able to speak with someone who could talk back, and she confirmed Isaiah was coming straight toward us. What would he do if he