The Secret Hour (14 page)

“Whizzway’stown?”

Melissa took one hand off the wheel and pointed to her right, toward the great mass of sleeping humanity. The center of town tasted bloated and sweet, pulsing with slow and vapid dream rhythms, laced with a few sharp nightmares like undissolved chunks of salt. One good thing about Bixby was that people went to bed early. On a Wednesday night the mind noise started to fade about ten, and by eleven-thirty the few waking thoughts were merely annoying, like mosquitoes at the edge of hearing.

Rex grunted, spreading out the map with both hands and clenching a small flashlight between his teeth. It had been his idea to take the car tonight.

“I
know
how to get there,” Melissa complained. “Let’s just get onto Division. We’ve only got ten minutes.”

“Donwannagesstopped,” he mumbled around the flashlight.

Melissa sighed.

At sixteen in Oklahoma, she was stuck with a hardship license valid only for going to and from school. (And work, in the unlikely event that she ever found a job that wouldn’t drive her insane.) It was also after eleven o’clock, so Rex was being ultracautious and guiding her through the back roads. He didn’t want to meet any police, in case Sheriff St. Claire had decided to launch some sort of curfew crackdown.

Jonathan’s trip to jail had spooked Rex. In a way, Clancy St. Claire scared him more than anything in the midnight hour. When it came to fat, nasty sheriffs, there was no lore to turn to.

Jonathan’s weekend disappearance had been alarming for Melissa too, but for different reasons. All Sunday’s secret hour she’d been casting on her roof, mostly watching the growing darkling activity but partly wondering why Jonathan had never appeared. Normally she could taste him shooting across the landscape. He was easy to spot, faster than anything else in the midnight psychic terrain, even a flying darkling.

His absence had worried her more than she would have thought. When she found out on Monday morning that he’d only been in jail, surrounded by opaque steel, it had been a relief. Rex might have sheriff-phobia, but there were worse things than getting busted.

She smirked. A night on the ground might even have done Jonathan some good. He’d tasted a little more humble this week.

“Tahnright.”

Melissa turned right.

She was starting to recognize the neighborhood. “Okay, we’re not far. I’ll park somewhere.”

Rex looked up at her, nodding agreement.

“Ow! Blind me, why don’t you?”

Rex pulled the flashlight from his mouth. “Sorry.” He began to fold the map.

Now that they were almost there, Melissa was glad they’d driven. Riding their bikes in the blue time wouldn’t have taken that long, but they would be exposed to whatever the darklings threw at them. Without a stack of Dess-quality weapons it wouldn’t have been safe, and this was one trip she and Rex wanted to keep secret.

They had never told Dess all of the lore about mind casting. It would be hard for anyone else to understand the mistakes they’d made when they were young. Dess always walked around thinking she’d been left out, never appreciating how much easier she’d had it. Back when it had been just Rex and Melissa, they’d had to learn the rules of midnight the hard way. Those years hadn’t been all fun and games.

Melissa shivered and brought her mind back to the present.

She brought her old Ford to a stop a block or so away and pulled up her right sleeve to check her watch. Three minutes to spare.

Rex noticed her black-gloved hands. “You’re looking very commando.”

She smirked. “So what’s this girl’s name again?”

“Constanza Grayfoot. You haven’t heard of her?”

Melissa sighed, shaking her head. Even Rex didn’t completely understand how unbearable school was for her. Melissa didn’t know the names of half her teachers, much less every social big wheel.

“Anyway, her name doesn’t matter,” he said. “Just as long as you get the general idea across. Clear the way, and it’ll happen by itself.”

“No problem.”

Melissa looked at her watch again, calmed herself, and closed her eyes. The buzzing of a waking mind was close by, some brainless wonder soaking in late night TV. But sweet relief was coming in sixty seconds.

“Make sure to get both of them in sync. We don’t want to miss Friday while they’re doing parental negotiations.”

“Rex, it’s going to be easy. Just show me the stiffs.” She felt a twinge from him. Rex hated when she used that word. “Sorry,” she said sarcastically. “Just show me the midnight-impaired persons, and I’ll get it done.”

Rex turned away from her and stared out the window, giving off unhappy vibes.

She sighed and reached out to stroke one of his hands. He looked down in surprise, then remembered that her flesh was protected by the gloves. He smiled, but for a moment she caught a taste of his old bitterness. He shared every thought with her, along with terrible secrets and a hidden world, but they would never touch.

“Rex, really, this is simple. Nothing’s going to go wrong.”

“You always say that.”

“The blue time is a breeze, Rex. It’s the rest of reality that’s hard.”

He turned to her, reached across, his fingertips stopping just inches from her. “I know.”

“I did the toughest thing I’ll ever do eight years ago.”

He laughed. “So you always tell me.”

That search had been the hardest, finding Rex the first time. Melissa had felt him for as long as she could remember, since before she could talk. When the blue time came and the maddening noise would finally stop, only a single voice would remain. A lone taste out there in the suddenly empty world, as tenuous as an imaginary friend. The idea that he was a real person had taken years to form, another year to act on. Finally she had run the miles to his house in the secret hour, eight years old and wearing pajamas covered with pictures of cowgirls, half thinking it was a dream. But finding each other had made the whole thing real.

It had been a close call, she realized now. Much longer alone and she would have gone crazy.

Melissa tried to settle her mind, preparing for midnight, for the task ahead. Taking deep breaths, she waited for the moment when all the noise and clutter, restless dreams and nightmares, half-conscious anxieties and outright night terrors would finally be…

Silenced.

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “That’s the stuff.”

She could taste Rex’s smile.

All his thoughts were open to her now. His relief that they were safely in the blue time, out of the reach of the law, and his grim determination to get this job done. She could even taste the tiny, well-nibbled corner of guilt he felt for going to this extreme.

“Don’t worry, Rex. What they don’t know won’t hurt ’em.”

“Just tell me if you think you’re pushing too hard.”

“You’ll be the first to know.”

They got out of the car, Melissa performing a quick mental sweep. Nothing around yet, but it was early. No creature that lived in the blue time would have spent the daylight this far into town.

Rex’s eyes flashed as he searched for signs.

“You should see this, Melissa. They’ve been creeping around everywhere. More every night.”

“Good thing Jessica doesn’t stay home much.”

Rex’s annoyance sizzled in the air, the predictable result of even the vaguest reference to Jonathan Martinez. At least it wasn’t jealousy, which she tasted enough of at Bixby High. Just Rex’s wounded seer’s pride that he didn’t control everything in the secret hour.

A moment later Melissa felt him squash the emotion. “Yeah, the guy’s finally good for something,” he muttered.

They crept through a backyard and then hid themselves in some bushes across the street.

“He coming?”

Melissa cast herself deeper into the night, and flavors came to her from every corner of midnight. Jessica was right there, waiting expectantly in her room. Dess was still at home, happily working on toys. The slithers were stirring at the edges of Bixby, more agitated every night these days.

And coming from the other side of town, a swift-moving presence.

“On his way.”

They settled deeper into the bushes.

A few minutes later Jonathan landed.

It had been a year since she’d seen him in action, Melissa realized. She remembered his grace now as his body corkscrewed downward to land softly on one foot, soundless and in slow motion. She might not ever fly with Jonathan, but at least Melissa could taste his mind when it was filled with the simple pleasure of flight.

Next to her Rex allowed himself a moment of quiet amazement.

“Hey!” Jonathan called into Jessica’s room.

“Hey, yourself.” Jessica crawled out her window, ran to him, took both his hands.

Melissa couldn’t hear what they said then, but she could taste what passed between them, clichéd and daylight: Jessica vanilla. The two spoke quietly, so focused on each other that a darkling could have easily flown down and taken them both. After a solid minute on the lawn they half turned to face the same direction. Side by side, holding hands, they bent their knees and jumped, effortlessly coordinated, almost a single creature.

Two seconds later they were gone over the trees.

“Cute couple,” Melissa said, pulling herself out of the bush.

As they crossed the street, Rex glanced nervously skyward.

“Relax, they’re halfway to downtown.” The last two nights Melissa had felt them close to the center of Bixby, probably up on the tall buildings down there, well away from darkling country and with a clear view in every direction. Jessica was a lot safer with Jonathan than at home, even Rex had to admit.

The front door was locked.

“Damn city folk,” Melissa said. They crossed to Jessica’s open window.

“You’re in an awfully good mood,” Rex said.

She pulled herself in through the window, tasting leftover Jessica thoughts in the room. She extended a hand to help Rex pull himself up and saw him instinctively jerk away before he realized she was wearing gloves.

“I’m always in a good mood in the blue time,” Melissa said when he was inside. “Especially when I get to do some serious casting.”

Rex gave off a sharp flavor of anxiety.

She sighed. “Don’t worry, I promise not to have too much fun.”

“Just don’t start to enjoy it too much. The lore is full of—”

“Stuff that bores me,” she interrupted. “Speaking of which…” Melissa looked disdainfully around Jessica’s room. “Wow, she is so
daylight.”

Rex frowned. “She’s not that bad. Why do you hate her so much?”

“I don’t hate her, Rex. She’s just… she’s nothing in particular. I think she got switched at birth with a real midnighter. Everything’s so easy for her.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

They went through the door and faced a long hallway. Melissa pushed open the first door on her left.

“Smells like… little sister.”

“You can taste that?”

“I can see it.” Melissa gestured at the floor. It was cluttered with skirts, jeans, shirts, crumpled papers, and school-books. Two walls were covered with boy-band posters, and on the bed a small form lay twisted among the sheets, clutching a stuffed animal.

Rex laughed. “Your psychic powers never cease to amaze me.”

They closed the door and headed farther into the house. There was a bathroom on the right, and the hallway opened on one side onto a living room. At the far end of the hall was one more door.

“This looks promising,” said Melissa as she pushed it open.

Jessica’s parents lay there, frozen while asleep.

Melissa looked at them, pale and defenseless. Like all stiffs, they didn’t seem quite human, more like department-store mannequins that someone had tried really hard to make realistic but had mistakenly taken a left turn at creepy.

Rex was poking around the room, peering into the moving boxes near the closet. Like the other midnighters, he was a little bit freaked out by stiffs.

Melissa didn’t mind them at all. Cold and hard though they were, this was the only time she would ever willingly touch another human being. She pulled off her gloves.

“I think we’ll start with Mom.”

“Good morning, Beth.”

“In what sense?”

“Sight, sound, smell, all the other senses. It’s sunny, and the birds are chirpy, and I’m letting you have this toast that I just put in for myself.”

Beth paused next to the table. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing. You are my sister, and I’m making you toast.”

Beth plonked down at the kitchen table and looked at her big sister warily.

“Aren’t you kind of happy for someone who’s grounded?”

Jessica considered this for a moment, watching the elements inside the toaster warm to a red glow. The smell of toast came from the machine, drawing a deep breath from her.

“Toast is good,” she answered.

Beth snorted. “If you’re going to be all retarded, could you make me an omelette, too?”

“I’m not
that
happy, Beth.” The toaster popped. “Here you go.”

Jessica pulled the bread out with her fingertips and dropped it onto the waiting plate, twirled around, and placed it before her sister.

Beth inspected it carefully, then shrugged and started to butter it.

Jessica dropped another pair of slices into the toaster, humming to herself.

She still felt light, as if midnight gravity hadn’t completely faded with the blue time. Every step felt as if it would turn into a leap, carrying her across the room, out the window, into the air. All last night she had dreamed of flying. (Except for that hour when she
had
been flying.)

She and Jonathan had hung out on the big, crumbling Mobil Oil sign atop the highest office building in Bixby. It was a huge Pegasus, a flying horse. The unlit neon tubes that outlined its shape had shimmered with dark moonlight, the spread wings shining like those of some angel come to protect her from the darklings.

The steel framework that held the sign in place was rusty, but Jonathan was pretty sure it was clean. It was in the center of town, where darklings almost never went. He’d been going there for almost two years and had never seen so much as a slither.

For three nights in a row she had felt safe in the blue time. Safe and secure, weightless and…

The toaster popped again.

“Happy,” she said quietly.

“Yeah, you’re happy. Got it.” Beth was spreading jam onto her remaining piece of toast. “Omelette-level happiness yet?”

Jess smiled. “Pretty darn close.”

“Let me know. So, Jess?”

“Yeah?”

“This Jonathan guy you got busted with? You like him?”

Jessica looked closely at her little sister. Beth seemed genuinely interested. “Yeah, I do.”

“How long have you guys known each other?”

“That night we got busted was the first time we hung out.”

Beth smiled. “That’s what you told Mom. But how come the night before, when you came to visit me and make that Ms. Mature speech, you were all dressed?”

Jessica swallowed. “I was?”

“Yeah. Jeans and, like, a sweatshirt. You were all sweaty and smelled like grass.”

Jessica shrugged. “I was just… I couldn’t sleep. I took a walk.”

“Good morning.”

Jessica started. “Good morning, Mom. Want my toast? I can make some more.”

“Sure, Jess. Thanks.”

“Looking good, Mom.”

“Thanks.” Her mother smiled, smoothing the lapel of her new suit with one hand as she took the toast from Jessica. She sat down at the table.

“Wow, you’re allowed to eat breakfast with us?” Beth asked. “I thought Aerospace Oklahoma frowned on family time.”

“Hush, Beth. I have something to say to your sister.”

“Uh-oh. From the toaster into the frying pan.”

“
Beth
.”

Beth stuffed toast into her mouth, shutting herself up. Jessica pushed down the toaster lever slowly, her mind racing. She turned and sat down across from her mom, trying to think of what could have given her away. They had left nothing to chance. She always left after the blue time started—it took Jonathan a few minutes to get here from his house, anyway—and was back in bed before it ended. Maybe Mom had found a dirty shoe, or an open window, or taken fingerprints from the tops of buildings downtown….

Beth.
Jessica glared at her little sister. She must have told Mom and Dad about Jessica being dressed on Friday night. Beth blinked innocently.

“Your father and I have been talking about your punishment this morning.”

“He’s awake already?” Beth asked.

“Beth—,” Mom started, then paused. “Actually he was awake early, but he went straight back to sleep. We were both tossing and turning a lot last night. And we both agreed that we should have thought about your punishment a little longer before we decided on anything.”

Jessica looked at her mother warily. “Does this mean worse punishment or less?”

“Yeah,” Beth said. “Are you guys caving?”

“We’re thinking that you’re new to this town, and you probably feel a need to be accepted. What you did was wrong, Jess, but you weren’t trying to hurt anyone.”

“You
are
caving!”

“Beth, go get ready for school.”

Beth didn’t move, just sat there with her mouth wide open. Jessica couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. Dad was always the one who gave in, or tried to, but Mom always stopped him, explaining that any punishment open to negotiation was meaningless, which was something they apparently taught you in engineering school.

“We’re also thinking that you need to make new friends now. You need stability and support. Keeping you locked up in your room isn’t healthy. It could lead to more trouble later on.”

“So, what’s the deal? I’m not grounded?”

“You’re still grounded, but you can go out to visit friends one night a week. As long as we know exactly where you are at all times.”

Beth made a noise that was only half stifled by toast. Mom reached across the table and held Jessica’s hand. “We want you to have friends, Jessica. We just want them to be the right friends and to make sure you’re safe.”

“Okay, Mom.”

“Anyway, I’m late. I’ll see you both tonight. Don’t be late for school.”

After she had left, Beth took the untouched toast from her mother’s plate and started to butter it, shaking her head.

“I’m remembering this conversation next time I get in trouble. You got Mom to redefine grounding in a whole new way. Nice work, Jessica.”

“
I
didn’t do anything.”

“ ‘Have some toast, Mom.’ ‘Nice suit, Mom,’ ” Beth mimicked. “I’m surprised you didn’t make
her
an omelette.”

Jessica blinked, partly awestruck by what had just happened and partly confused by her own reaction. She’d been happy before her reprieve, but now she wasn’t so sure. A trickle of nerves had started in her stomach. Flying to safety with Jonathan every night had been wonderful, like a dream. But now she had no excuse to delay Rex’s plan, no good reason to put off going to the snake pit. She would have to face the darklings head-on.

“I’m not sure, Beth. I don’t think it was the toast.”

“Yeah, I bet Dad caved. He’s cracking up.”

Jess shook her head. “I don’t know. Mom seemed pretty intense about it, like she’s thought about it a lot.” She turned toward Beth. “But thanks for not mentioning that… walk I took Friday night.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” Beth smiled. “Until I find out what your secret is, that is. Then you’re dead.”

Jessica reached out and squeezed her sister’s hand. “I love you, Beth.”

“Ewww, no fair! Mom being all flaky is bad enough.”

Jessica frowned. “Maybe I just scared them, sneaking out like that.”

“Maybe,” Beth said, and shoved the last piece of bread into her mouth. “The whole thing’s scaring me.”

Later that morning, the library was dead quiet.

Jessica and Jonathan had been the big gossip for a couple of days, but the story was getting old. Now that it was the second week of school, work was starting to pile up. Everyone was actually using study period for studying. Even Constanza was reading what looked suspiciously like a history book.

Jessica was buried in her physics textbook. The last few nights Jonathan had been helping her with the basics while they were together in the secret hour, and she was really starting to understand the equal and opposite reaction business. Bounding around mostly weightless every night had made the laws of motion much more interesting, and having to run for her own life had given her a very real appreciation of inertia. But all the formulas were still giving her trouble, so she’d decided to get some help from Dess.

It took most of the period for Jessica to get up the nerve to tell Dess what had happened at breakfast.

“So, you know the whole snake pit expedition?”

“Yeah, we’re still working on it. Rex and I are trying to come up with a way to get you out there safely,” Dess said. “Anyway, it sounds like you’re having fun avoiding the baddies.”

“That’s true.” Jessica smiled. The ever present danger made her secret hours with Jonathan much more exciting than regular hanging out would be. “But I’ve got news, Dess. I found out at breakfast that I’m not grounded anymore.”

“Really? That’s great.”

“Yeah, I guess so. It was kind of weird, though. My parents were totally ready to lock me up for good. Then this morning my mom gives me this whole speech about making new friends.”

Dess shrugged. “That happens. My parents do it all the time. Last spring, the first time I got busted with Rex and Melissa for breaking curfew, they said they were going to send me off to psycho camp once school was out.”

“Where?”

“It’s like a summer camp for juvenile delinquents. Run by the state and very jail-like. My dad works on oil rigs, and he’s a big believer in hard work to purify the soul. But a couple of days after the bust they completely changed their minds. Since then they’ve been pretty cool. They’ve even started to like Rex and Melissa.”

“Well, my parents weren’t going to send me away, I don’t think. But it was still weird to see Mom backing off like that.” Jessica sighed, rubbing her hands nervously. “So I guess we should try to do that snake pit thing.”

“The sooner the better,” Dess said. “Once we know what your talent is, we can figure out why the darklings are so scared of you. Constanza’s party is a perfect opportunity.”

“I don’t know,” Jessica said. “Mom didn’t say anything about late night parties.”

Dess leaned closer. “It’s the surest way to get you out there before midnight. We have to untangle ourselves from Rex’s dad and my parents. We might have to fight our way out to the snake pit. With you along, that would get hairy. It’s not that we don’t like you, Jess. But you do attract a bad element.”

“Oh, right,” Jessica said glumly. “Jessica Day, disaster magnet.”

“The darklings have been getting worse every night, especially out in the badlands. It’s not like downtown.”

“But once the party freezes, I’ll be
alone
out there.”

“You’ll practically be at the snake pit. It’s right in the middle of the Bottom,” Dess said. “Just take a walk five minutes before midnight, and you’ll be inside my defenses. Melissa can drive me and Rex to the edge of the Bottom. We’ll walk from there. Without you along, we won’t get swarmed by darklings if we’re late.”

Jessica gulped. The thought of making her way to the infamous snake pit, all alone at midnight, didn’t make her very happy. “We’ll really be safe there?”

Dess nodded. “Absolutely. I’ve been working on protection all week. I’ve got a ton of metal ready to go. Rex and I can set it up after school tomorrow. The darklings won’t be able to get within a hundred yards of the snake pit.”

“Really?”

“We’ll be perfectly safe. Of course, remember to watch out
before
midnight.”

“For what?”

“The snakes.”

Jessica blinked.

“You know,” Dess said patiently, “in the snake pit.”

“Oh. I thought maybe ‘snake pit’ was just a colorful nickname, not to be taken literally.”

“Well, don’t let the name fool you,” Dess said. “It’s more of a sinkhole than a pit. A sinkhole full of snakes.”

“Great, I’ll keep that in mind.” Jessica shivered, remembering the slithers that second night. The idea of real snakes didn’t make her much happier. “But maybe this party thing isn’t going to happen. I don’t even know if I’m still invited.”

Dess looked across the library at the older girls’ table. “There’s only one way to find out.”

A couple of Constanza’s friends looked up when Jessica came over. She still drew some stares, especially in the lunchroom with Jonathan. Jessica ignored them and knelt next to Constanza.

“About the party this Friday?” she whispered.

Constanza looked down at her. “Yeah?”

“I kind of got, um, ungrounded.”

“Really?” Constanza smiled broadly. “Wow. The police bring you home and you’re partying a week later. Not too bad, Jess Shady.”

“I guess not. So how about that party at Rustle’s Bottom? I mean, I know you’re probably—”

“Great.”

“I mean, if there’s already too many—”

“Sure. Come along.”

Jessica swallowed. “I don’t really know how to get there. And it’s probably too far—”

“I’ll drive you. You can sleep over. That way your parents won’t be freaking when we get home super-late.”

“Oh,” Jessica said, “good idea.” Excuses and bailout lines were still rolling around in her head, but Constanza’s beaming smile silenced them all.

“Come home with me tomorrow from school? We’ll have a great time.”

“Cool,” Jessica managed.

“I can’t wait for you to meet some of the guys at this party. I know you like that Jonathan guy, but trust me, Broken Arrow men are much more fun than the boys from Bixby. Much more mature. You’re going to have the night of your life, Jess.”