The Wild One (12 page)

They walked down the street in silence, side by side. If he wants to ask me something, he's going to have to be the one to talk first, Liz thought. Why should she make it easy for him?

“You're looking well, Ms. Ortecho,” Valenti finally said. “I thought you might be grieving for your dead friend.”

Liz stopped suddenly. Running away wasn't working.
It was time to just get this over with, even though standing next to the sheriff like this made the little hairs on the back of her neck prickle.

“I don't know what you're talking about,” she said.

Valenti shoved his mirrored sunglasses higher on his nose. Liz hated those things. When she tried to look into the sheriff's eyes, all she saw were two little images of her own face.

“Perhaps I'm mistaken,” he replied. “I assumed that the alien who drove his truck off the Lake Lee overlook was the one you were trying so hard to protect when we last spoke.”

He paused, letting the silence stretch out between them. Liz's throat felt as dry and rough as sandpaper. She swallowed hard, hoping Valenti didn't notice. She didn't want him to realize how nervous he was making her.

“But I have new evidence to suggest there is still at least one alien in Roswell,” Valenti continued. “Maybe that's why I find you looking so well today. Maybe your alien is safe and sound, not putrefying somewhere at the bottom of our bottomless lake.”

He got that right. Her aliens, Max and Michael, had been in the truck Valenti chased to the overlook. But they'd jumped out before it had gone over the edge. There was no alien putrefying in the lake, just one old truck rusting.

Of course, Liz wasn't going to tell Valenti that. And she wasn't going to start asking him a bunch of questions or making a lot of protests, either. Talking to Valenti was dangerous. You might not mean to tell him
anything, but he had a way of using every word you spoke to manipulate you into saying more and more.

“I know, I know, you don't believe in aliens,” Valenti said, answering for her. “But one of those creatures that don't exist broke into the bowling alley last night.”

“Yeah, everyone knows aliens love to bowl,” Liz couldn't resist responding. “There's no chance it was just some humans out for a good time.”

“I might agree with your theory if it wasn't for the security guard,” Valenti said. “He was found unconscious. No evidence of a blow to the head. No evidence of drug or alcohol use. No medical condition.”

He pulled off his sunglasses and studied her with his cold gray eyes. She couldn't decide which was worse—not being able to see his eyes or seeing them. “I can think of only one explanation,” he said. “The guard was incapacitated by an alien's powers.”

Nikolas, Liz thought. And if Isabel didn't help, I bet anything she was at least there when he did it.

Valenti stared at her for a few more endless moments, then he replaced his sunglasses. “I suspect that as always, you know more than you are choosing to tell me. Just remember, next time a human could end up dead—and you did nothing to prevent it from happening.”

He turned on his heel and strode away. Liz watched him until he was out of sight.

What are we going to do? she thought. How are we going to keep Valenti from finding out the truth this time?

*   *   *

“Did you know that the man who took the very first photograph of Elvis also filmed the autopsies of the four aliens found at the Roswell crash site?” Ray asked Max.

Max shook his head. It was only his second day on the job, and he was still trying to get used to the way the guy was always saying something outrageous.

“I want you to go on-line and see what you can dig up about him. I think his name is Barrett, something like that,” Ray said. “You can use the computer at the information desk. If anyone comes up with a question you can't answer, call me. We get some pretty wackadoodle questions here.”

“You got it, chief,” Max said. He headed over to the computer and logged on. This should be kind of fun. He always liked reading people's theories about the Roswell Incident. One of his favorites was that the aliens were really angels. It was pretty funny to think of Michael as an angel. Or Isabel. His sister wasn't exactly the angelic type.

He typed
aliens and Elvis
in the search box and hit enter. He shifted on the hard metal chair. All the rhinestones of his Elvis jumpsuit were sticking into him. He just hoped that Ray didn't decide to do some exhibit on the connection between Marilyn Monroe and aliens because he was not dressing up like her, cool job or no cool job.

A list of more than a thousand possible matches for
aliens and Elvis
came up. Max skimmed the first twenty on the list, trying to figure out which one was the most likely to have the info he needed.

Max heard footsteps rushing toward the information desk. He glanced up and saw Liz. He jumped to his feet and hurried around the desk to meet her. “What's wrong?” He knew it was something serious. Liz's usually placid aura was leaping and dancing around her head, streaks of red shooting through the beautiful amber color.

“Max, why don't you take your break,” Ray called.

“Come on.” Max led Liz to the little coffee shop in the back of the museum. It was almost empty. He pulled out a chair for Liz and sat down across from her. “Tell me.”

“Valenti ambushed me when I got off work,” Liz said in a rush. He could hear a tiny tremor in her voice. “He says he knows there's still an alien in Roswell.”

“Was he just pumping you, or does he have some—,” Max began.

“He said someone broke into the bowling alley last night. They knocked out the security guard—but the guy didn't have a lump on his head, and he wasn't drugged or anything. Valenti thinks an alien used his power to do it.”

“Nikolas,” Max said. Why hadn't he found a way to stop Nikolas yet?

“Yeah.” Liz looked down at her hands, which were clenched together on the table. “And Max? I think Isabel was with him. Yesterday night when we all went to the movies—well, except you—Isabel took off with Nikolas,” she went on in a rush.

Max slumped back in his chair with a sigh.

“I thought about calling you,” Liz said. “But I didn't because I didn't think there was anything you could do. You or any of us.”

Max dropped his head into his hands. He didn't need anyone to call him. He'd felt power being used last night. Why hadn't he kept Isabel away from Nikolas? He should have tied her to a chair if he had to.

Yeah, like that was a real option. But there must be something he could have done, some way of—

Liz reached out and took his hand. “You look just like my papa when he's thinking about my sister. He stares into space, and I can practically hear him thinking, ‘What if, what if, what if.' Don't start blaming yourself, Max. It's a waste of time.”

She was right. It was a waste of time. He should be figuring out what to do
now
. He scrubbed his face with his fingers. Okay. First thing he had to do was warn Isabel about Valenti.

“I'll be right back,” he told Liz. He stood up so fast, he knocked over his chair. He left it lying there and searched through the museum for Ray. He found him dusting some fossils in the exhibit that illustrated how man really evolved from aliens and not from primates.

“Uh, Ray, I have sort of a family emergency. I know I just took a break, but I need to leave. I'll come back. I'll work late. You don't have to pay me or—”

“Go,” Ray said. “And let me know if there's anything I can do.”

“Thanks.” Max trotted back to the coffee shop. “Let's go find Isabel,” he said to Liz. They rushed out to his Jeep. “I guess we'll just try my house first. If she's not
there, maybe Michael, Maria, and Alex will help us look.”

“Of course they will,” Liz answered.

He pulled out of the parking lot. He wanted to floor it, but he forced himself to drive at the speed limit. Getting stopped by Valenti right now would not be a smart thing to do.

It was only a couple of miles to his house, but it felt like hours before he turned onto the street.

“She's there,” Liz said. “I can see Nikolas's motorcycle in your driveway.”

Max checked for his parents' car. It wasn't there. Good. He pulled up in front of the house, leaped out of the Jeep, and strode across the front lawn. Liz was right beside him. He was glad she was here. He knew he shouldn't be. But he was.

“Isabel,” he yelled as soon as he was through the front door.

“I'm right here,” she answered from the living room. “What's your problem?”

He rushed down the hall and saw Isabel and Nikolas on the couch. She was practically sitting on his lap, and her lips looked all swollen. Obviously he'd interrupted a major make-out session. He didn't even want to think about Nikolas touching his sister.

“Congratulations, Nikolas,” he spat. “You've been back in town, what, a few weeks? And you've already got Valenti coming after you.”

“What?” Isabel cried.

“He asked me a bunch of questions,” Liz said. “He knows I have some kind of connection to the aliens he's looking for. He just can't prove it”

“Are you okay?” Isabel began.

“Don't you have anything to say?” Max interrupted. He locked gazes with Nikolas.

“I told you I'm not worried about Valenti,” Nikolas answered.

“I guess you weren't worried about that security guard at the bowling alley, either. The one you knocked unconscious,” Max said. He turned back to Isabel. “How could you let him use his power like that? You know we never use the power to do harm.”

“Hey, she didn't
let
me do anything,” Nikolas said, anger creeping into his voice. “And
you
may have a lot of rules about how you use your power, but I don't.”

“Max, he didn't hurt the guy,” Isabel said.

“Don't defend me,” Nikolas snapped. He stood up and pulled on his jacket.

“How do you know he didn't hurt the guy?” Max demanded. “How do you know that he didn't do permanent damage to that guard's brain or something.?”

“Oh, please. I can't stand listening to one more second of your whining,” Nikolas said. “You want to see what I did to the guard? Will that make you feel better?”

In three long strides he reached Liz's side.

“Nikolas, no!” Isabel screamed.

Nikolas touched Liz's forehead, and she crumpled to the floor.

“What did you do?” Max bellowed.

“Just a little demonstration,” Nikolas replied as he strolled out of the room.

Max wanted to run after him and pound him into the ground. But he couldn't leave Liz. He dropped
down on his knees next to her. She was so still, so pale.

“Is she okay?” Isabel cried.

Max ignored her. Form the connection, he ordered himself. Forget Nikolas. Forget Isabel. Forget everything but Liz. He gently rested his hand on her forehead. Instantly he was in. He had become so close to Liz that he could probably form a connection without even touching her.

Okay, what did Nikolas do to Liz's body? No, to
their
body. Nothing separated Max and Liz now. He could feel her heart beating inside him. Feel her blood rushing through his veins. Max focused his attention on her brain. No fracture lines on her skull. No tears on the gray cauliflowerlike surface. He went deeper, exploring the cranial vault. Searching the deepest, oldest ganglia where the brain becomes the spinal cord. Checking the blood vessels for tears.

Yes. He found it. A rip in one of the arteries was forming a blood clot. The brain tissue around it was swelling. And the pressure was forcing the brain stem down through the hole at the base of the skull.

She was going to be okay. He could fix this. He just had to concentrate.

Max
nudged
the molecules of blood with his mind, gently breaking the clot apart. Then he
squeezed
the cells of the damaged artery wall together, closing the rip. The brain stem shifted slightly, moving back into position.

Liz's eyes fluttered, then opened.

“Is she okay?” Isabel repeated, her voice high and shaky.

Max didn't answer. He stared down at Liz, watching as the color slowly returned to her face.

“What happened?” she mumbled. She struggled to sit up, and a few drops of blood ran out of her nose.

Max gently pushed her back to the floor and carefully blotted the blood away with his sleeve. He grabbed a pillow off the couch and slid it under her head. “Don't try to move yet.”

“Max, what
happened?
” she repeated.

“Liz, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry,” Isabel said softly.

“What do you remember?” Max asked Liz. He was stalling. He couldn't stand to tell her what Nikolas had done. It never should have happened. Max should have seen it coming. He should have stopped it.

“I remember telling you what happened with Valenti. I remember coming over here. I remember Nikolas saying no one was going to tell him … tell him any rules about how to use his power.”

“Then he used his power on you. He knocked you out to
demonstrate
what he did to the guard,” Max continued. He shot an angry look at Isabel, then returned his attention to Liz. “Except what he did to you must have been more severe. He gave you a blood clot that would have required neurosurgery.”

“If you hadn't been here,” Liz said. “You saved my life again. My hero.” She smiled, and for a moment Max found it hard to breathe. The way she looked at him … it just made him go all weak inside.

Max shook his head. “Saving your life isn't very heroic when I'm the one who put your life in danger.
I should have stopped this,” he told her. “I should have—”

Liz reached out and pressed her fingers against his lips. “No,” she said simply.