"That's Paul Renfrew, Renny," Lydia whispered- and ducked. Jackal Mac had thrown a size twelve combat boot at her.
Kaitlyn ducked, too. Then she stood frozen as the huge guy rushed toward them, all arms and legs.
"What are you doing here? What do you want?" he snarled, right in Kaitlyn's face.
Oh, Lord, she thought. His tongue is pierced. It was, with what looked like a metal bolt.
Renny had come, too, light as a sparrow, his eyes merry and malicious. He circled Kaitlyn, picked up a strand of her hair by the ends.
"Ouch! That burns!" he said. "But the curves are okay." He smoothed a hand over Kait's behind. "I like her better in the flesh."
Kaitlyn reacted without thinking. She whirled around and her hand made sharp contact with Renny's cheek. It knocked his glasses askew.
"You don't ever do that," she said through her teeth. It brought back every moment of loathing she'd ever felt for a boy. Boys, with their big meaty hands and their big sloppy grins . . . she pulled her arm back in preparation for another slap.
Jackal Mac caught her wrist from behind. "Hey, she fights! I like that."
Kaitlyn jerked her hand out of his grasp. "You haven't seen anything yet," she told them, and gave her best wolfish grin. It wasn't acting. This was genuine, from the heart.
They both laughed, although Renny was rubbing his cheek.
Kaitlyn turned on her heel. "Come on, Lydia. Let's meet the others."
Lydia had been crouching by the stairway. Now she straightened up slightly and hurried toward the second door Joyce had shouted at. It was the room Rob and Lewis had shared in the old days.
The door was ajar; Lydia pushed it open. Kaitlyn braced herself for more destruction.
She wasn't disappointed. Once again the curtains were down, although here they'd been replaced by black sheets. There was a black candle burning on the dresser, dripping wax, and an upside-down pentagram scrawled on the mirror in lipstick. Glamour magazines lay open on the floor, and there was the inevitable scattering of clothing and garbage.
There was a girl on each of the twin beds.
"Laurie Frost," Lydia said. She didn't seem quite so afraid of the girls. "Frost, this is Kaitlyn-"
"I know her," the girl said sharply, sitting up. She had blond hair even lighter than Joyce's, and much messier. Her face was beautiful, although the permanently flared nostrils gave it a look of perpetual disdain. She was wearing a red lace teddy and as she raised a hand to flick hair out of her eyes Kaitlyn saw that she had long silvery nails. They were pierced with tiny rings like earrings.
"She's one of them. The ones who ran away," Frost said in a menacing hiss.
"Hey, yeah," the other girl said.
There was no need for Lydia to introduce her. Kaitlyn recognized her from a picture on a file folder in Mr. Z's office. Except that the picture had been of a pretty, wholesome girl with dark hair and a vivid face. Now she was still pretty-in a bizarre way. There were streaks of cerulean blue in her hair, and black smudges of makeup surrounding her eyes. Her face was hard, her jaw belligerent.
Sabrina Jessica Gallo, Kaitlyn thought. We meet at last.
"I know you, too," Kaitlyn said. She kept her voice cool and returned Bri's stare boldly. "And I'm not running away now. I came back."
Bri and Frost looked at each other, then back at Kait. They burst into nasty laughter, Bri barking, Frost tittering.
"Right back into the mousetrap," Frost said, flicking her long, silvery nails. "It's Kaitlyn, right? What do they call you, Kaitlyn? Kaitykins? Kitty? Kit Cat?"
Bri took it up. "Kit Kat? Pretty Kitty? Pretty Pretty?"
They dissolved into laughter again.
"We'll have to make the Kitty Kat welcome," Frost said. Her wide, pale blue eyes were spiteful but slightly unfocused. Kaitlyn wondered if she were hung over from something-or maybe that was just the way these people were. The Fellowship had sensed insanity in them, and what Kaitlyn sensed now was that each of them was a little bit off Aggressive, malicious-but not very focused. As if there were an inner fogginess in each of them. They weren't even properly suspicious; they weren't asking the right questions.
And Kait wasn't sure what to do with them while they were pointing and giggling at her like kindergartners.
"Sabrina and Frost, I said now!" Joyce's voice came from the corridor, cracking like a whip. The girls kept giggling. Joyce pushed past Kaitlyn like a blond meteor and began yelling at them, picking clothes up off the floor.
Kaitlyn shook her head, putting on an expression of genteel astonishment for Joyce's benefit. Then she turned to Lydia.
"I think I've seen enough," she said, and made an exit.
A few minutes later Joyce came into Lydia's room. Her sleek hair was ruffled and she was flushed, but her aquamarine eyes were still hard.
"You can stay in this room today," she said to Kaitlyn. "I don't want you going downstairs while I'm doing testing."
"That's fine with me. I didn't get any sleep last night."
"Good luck napping," Joyce said grimly.
But in a surprisingly short time, the upper floor was still. Lydia, Renny, and Bri had departed for school; Jackal Mac and Frost were presumably being tested. Gabriel's door was locked.
Kaitlyn lay down on her old familiar bed-and realized how tired she really was. She felt wrung out, drained not only of energy, but of emotion. She'd meant to lie awake and make a plan, but she fell asleep almost instantly.
She woke a long time later. Warm, diffuse afternoon light filled the room. Silence filled her ears.
She got up and grabbed for the headboard as a wave of giddiness swept her. Breathing slowly, she held her head down until she felt steadier.
Then she crept in stocking feet to the door.
Still silence. She went to the stairway and turned her head, ear pointed downstairs. No sound. She descended quietly.
If Joyce saw her, she'd say she was hungry, and when was dinnertime anyway?
But Joyce didn't appear. The lower floor seemed deserted. Kaitlyn was alone in the house.
Okay, don't panic. This is terrific, the perfect opportunity. What do you want to look at first?
If I were a big ugly crystal, where would I be?
One obvious place was the secret room in the basement. But Kaitlyn couldn't get in that; Lewis had always used PK to find the hidden spring in the panel. Another place was in Mr. Z's house in San Francisco, where he'd kept it before. But Kaitlyn couldn't do anything about that today. Sometime she'd have to find a way to get to San Francisco.