Unspoken: The Lynburn Legacy (11 page)

Kami grabbed her hand. “I was going to tell you. I couldn’t think of how to put it, and I knew you would freak out.”

“Of course I’m freaking out! Who wouldn’t freak out?
Anyone would, apart from you, because you are a suicidal idiot!”

“Uh,” said Holly awkwardly. “Am I missing something? If someone is trying to kill Kami, shouldn’t we—um—go to the police?” She looked around at the group and gave an apologetic smile. “Just a thought.”

Kami had not been looking forward to explaining this. “We can’t do that; I already told the police I wasn’t pushed down the well.”

“Down the well,” Angela repeated, and had to go sit down and hold on to her letter opener. It was in the shape of a dagger. Angela said holding it soothed her; seeing Angela hold it did not soothe Kami.

Ash cleared his throat. “And why would you say that?”

“Because when I told them I was pushed down the well, they thought Jared had done it.”

Everybody’s eyes swung to Jared.

“Jared didn’t do it,” Kami added quickly.

“Kami,” said Angela, in a dangerous tone. “Sit. Explain.”

Kami made for her desk, then pulled out her spinning chair, sat, and explained. It took some time, because people kept breaking in with unnecessary questions.

“What do you mean, the police were suspicious because you weren’t wearing enough clothes?” Ash demanded, staring coldly at Jared. “Where were your clothes?”

Jared had his back to the wall, which Kami thought was a reflex when he was uncomfortable. She wanted to shield him. “He was doing some—Zen jogging,” she claimed.

Jared flicked her an incredulous glance. “Yes,” he said slowly. “Zen jogging. I wasn’t wearing that many clothes
because—that’s part of the process. You’re meant to commune with the elements. Normally, I wouldn’t have worn my jeans, but I put them on because I know the English are a modest people.”

“If I beat my head against this desk, maybe things will make sense,” Angela murmured. “Or if I beat someone else’s head against this desk …” She eyed Jared speculatively.

“So, anyway!” said Kami. “To recap: Someone shoved me into a well. In order to clear the name of my unjustly accused and indeed heroic rescuer”—she paused to see the effect of this praise on Angela; it seemed to be cutting no ice at all—“I had to hide this from the police. Which means we’re going to have to find out who did it ourselves.”

Holly smiled, as if warming to the idea of playing detectives. Angela wasn’t smiling, but her anger had become more theatrical and less real. Nobody was taking Kami entirely seriously. She was used to that. She got a lot of practice with that, due to being the girl who spoke to someone in her head. It wasn’t like all of this sounded plausible, even without the question of Zen jogging.

“Why would anyone want to kill you?” Ash asked in a calm, patient voice.

Kami sighed. “I have no idea.”

“Doesn’t it have to be whoever killed that fox?” Holly asked.

“That’s what I was thinking, but why?” Kami wondered aloud. “It’s not like he can stop me before I reveal all. I told the police! I put it in the paper! All has never been so revealed.”

Angela put down her letter opener. “Maybe he wants revenge.”

“Sure, and maybe his bloodlust has only grown stronger
until he must claim the ultimate prey—man,” Kami said in the ominous tones of a horror-movie voice-over.

Angela would take her seriously enough to do what she wanted, thinking maybe there was something in it, maybe something had frightened Kami. Holly looked like she would go along with this for the excitement. Kami wished she could read Ash’s face. It had been nice having a new guy around, someone who didn’t know she was strange and who seemed interested. This might be the end of that.

“But pushing you, that doesn’t seem like crazed bloodlust,” Ash said slowly. “Pushing someone just seems like—they want to get you out of the way.” He looked down at his own hands, fingers spread, and then put them in his pockets. “Is that an awful thing to say?”

“It’s good thinking,” Kami told him briskly. “Now, what are we going to need for this investigation?”

“I’d like a desk and a chair,” Jared said.

“I can try to wheedle information out of people,” Holly offered. “For which I’ll need a lower-cut top.”

“Good idea, Holly!” said Kami. “Let’s make use of every tool we have. First, though, I’m going to print out the town register.”

Angela frowned. “What for?”

“It’s our list of suspects,” Kami explained. “Because right now, it could be anyone in Sorry-in-the-Vale.”

“This is the most exciting lunch I have ever had,” Holly said fervently.

With a little effort, Kami mirrored her easy smile.

Kami was surprised when Ash came looking for her at the end of school. She’d expected him to start steering clear, but instead he was at the door of her history class. Kami saw several other girls noticing his tall golden good looks. There were a lot of his good looks to notice.

Ash strolled up to her, easy, casual, and laid his hand on her arm. She looked up into his electric blue eyes, startled anew by the sheer vividness of their color.

“Hi,” Ash said, his charming smile a touch off, and fell into step with her. “So, uh, I don’t know if this is any of my business, but—when did you and Jared meet?”

“Oh, er, Friday,” said Kami. “At the library.” Which was true.

Ash continued to give her that slightly unhappy smile. “And you two hit it off.”

“Er, yes,” said Kami. “We just really—clicked.” Little bit of a lie, but it was for the best.

“Okay,” Ash said. “I mean, it isn’t any of my business, but I am disappointed.”

It took Kami a few seconds to realize that while she’d been trying to cover up the whole imaginary-friend-turned-real business, Ash had simply been asking if they were dating. “We just clicked platonically!” Kami announced. “No, no. It’s platonic. I’ve made that clear. I told him we weren’t going out.”

“Oh,” said Ash. His smile warmed. “I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I know some girls really like the idea of reforming a guy.”

“Reforming him platonically!” The word “platonic” was starting to lose all meaning to Kami.

“So we’re still on for Claire’s?” Ash asked.

“What would you do,” Kami found herself asking, “if I said I wanted to take off my shirt right now?”

She had to give Ash credit: he barely checked his stride, though his eyebrows went up.

“Give me a minute and I’ll empty the hall?”

Kami forgave her mouth for saying terrible things without her permission, and smiled. “Good answer.”

Ash shifted his schoolbag along his shoulder. “Look,” he said. “I don’t know exactly how to say this.”

It appeared he did not know how to say whatever he wanted to at all. He was silent as they walked the length of the hallway.

They were going down the shadowed stairway when, as if given courage by the dark, Ash spoke again. “He’s not a good guy,” he said. “Kami, he’s my cousin, and I don’t want to say this. But I want you to be careful around him.”

They reached the bottom of the stairs. Kami had been holding on to the stair rail; when she let it go, her hand was cold. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice expressionless.

“His dad wasn’t a good guy either,” Ash said. “And he’s dead. Someone pushed him. Just like someone pushed you.”

Kami realized there was something worse than Ash not believing her: Ash believing her. Ash taking her seriously and having a suspect.

“I don’t care,” Kami whispered.

She spoke so softly Ash didn’t hear. He bent toward her, blue eyes wide and innocent. Kami hated him for a moment.

“I don’t care what anyone says,” Kami said louder. “Jared didn’t kill him.”

Ash tensed as if he was being attacked. But when he spoke, his voice was gentle. “You weren’t there.”

“Neither were you!”

“You can’t know what happened,” Ash said.

Kami didn’t know what had happened, but she knew how Jared had felt. He’d hated his father. Kami had been glad his father was gone. Now Jared was real and his father had been real and was really dead.

“You don’t know what happened either,” she said. She could feel Jared’s rage running through her as it had in the lift. “He didn’t do anything wrong.”

Ash was all blue eyes and gold, a bewildered knight-errant whose rescue mission had gone off course. When he spoke, his voice was infuriatingly gentle, as if he felt sorry for her. “You can’t be sure.”

“I am sure,” Kami lied, the words bitter between her lips because she could not quite believe them. “I am.”

“You heard her,” Jared said. “She’s sure. So stop trying to turn her against me.”

Kami’s head snapped around. Jared’s eyes met hers and then swung to Ash. His look created a chilly silence around them in the midst of the noisy corridor full of people preparing to go home.

Kami stepped in between Ash and Jared, facing Jared.

“Go on,” Ash told him. “Prove my point. If she stayed away from you, she’d be safe.”

Jared made a sharp abrupt movement, something that
would have been a lunge if Kami had moved away like she wanted to. She didn’t. She held her hands up and took a step toward him, and Jared fell back.

“I am safe,” Kami said, and cast a look over her shoulder at Ash. She felt fury wash through her: he could tell anyone in town what he had tried to tell Kami. “And I am sure.”

She wasn’t sure but she was angry, though she could not tell if the anger was hers or Jared’s, and that scared her more than the way Jared had come at Ash. She looked away from Ash and back at Jared. She took another step forward and another, using his desire not to touch her to herd him down that busy corridor.

“Jared Lynburn?” said a voice. Someone touched his elbow, and they both jumped.

Nicola Prendergast, Kami’s childhood best friend, stood beside Jared and smiled up at him. He didn’t move away from her. “Just wanted to say welcome to Sorry-in-the-Vale,” Nicola said. She nodded at Kami, giving the awkward ex-best-friend nod, and then gave Jared an expectant look.

Jared stared at her. He had a very distressing sort of stare.

Nicola bore it for less than a minute, then clearly remembered she had to be somewhere else with someone not so creepy, and darted off.

Jared looked to Kami. “Everyone either wants to welcome me with open arms or punch me in the face.”

“That probably says something very worrying about your personality,” said Kami. “But what?” She turned in toward him, and he almost stumbled back into an empty classroom. Kami followed him inside. The room was filled with desks
and chairs knocked awry, and late-afternoon light streamed through the windows. Jared stood there still looking a little wild and completely out of place in her life. She wanted to reach out to him in her mind and get comfort in this impossible situation.

“Ash is right,” she said. She watched him flinch and felt the pang travel through her as well, horrible and senseless: she couldn’t stop feeling what he was feeling. “I don’t know what happened, and I have to know. Jared—Jared, I’m on your side. You believe that.” Jared’s burning-pale eyes were fixed on her. For a moment, she did not know how he would respond.

Yes
, he said in her mind.

“I just have to know the truth,” Kami said. “The worst thing that’s happened in my life is my grandmother dying while I was at cricket camp. You know that. I told you that. You haven’t told me about this. I know you hated your father, and I know that the summer before last was bad, that you weren’t with your parents. I know your father’s dead. Tell me how he died.”

Jared looked at her for another moment, then passed a hand through his hair and looked away. The edge of his jaw was hard, scar pulled tight over his cheek.

“My dad hated us,” he said. “Me and Mom. He hated us all the time. He wasn’t drunk all the time, but he was drunk often enough. The summer before last, he gave me this scar, and I ran away.”

There was no emotion in his voice, stripped clean like flesh from dry bone, but Kami knew how he had felt.

“I slept on the streets for a few months, and then I got
sick in the fall, and after I was well I thought about Mom and how she always got sick. I thought about how I’d left her alone.”

“You went back for her,” Kami said.

Jared’s mouth twisted. “I went back,” he said. “It was late, and he was drunk. He didn’t let me in the door. We were fighting out in the hall, he was shouting and she was screaming, and he—he fell down the stairs. Broke his neck.”

“Someone pushed him, Ash said.” Kami did not add, Just like someone pushed me.

“When the police came, Mom said I pushed him. She made sure they took me away in handcuffs.” Jared looked at Kami again. His gaze was defiant, almost desperate, as if he was daring her not to believe him. As if he expected her not to. “There was a security camera in our building, and it showed I wasn’t close enough to have pushed him. I hated him enough to kill him, but I didn’t.”

Kami suddenly knew how hate like that felt, the cold absoluteness of it. “I believe you,” she said.

His mother had betrayed him. He’d come back for her, and she’d sent him to a cell. Kami had talked to him when he reached out for her, lonely and desperate, even though she hadn’t known what she was talking him through. He had talked to her the same way when her grandmother died. Even though that had been different, had been an ordinary tragedy, an old woman with a bad heart, and this was a nightmare, she’d meant it when she said she was on his side.