Hush, Hush (Hush, Hush #1)

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The original part of the building had been constructed in the late nineteenth century, and after sunset it looked very much like a cathedral. Gray and foreboding. Very dark. Very abandoned.

“I just got a really bad feeling,” I said, eyeing the school’s black voids for windows.

“Stay in the car and keep out of sight,” Patch told me, passing over the keys. “If anybody comes out of the building, take off.” He got out. He was wearing a fitted black crewneck tee, dark Levi’s, and boots.

With his black hair and dusky skin, it was hard to distinguish him from the background. He crossed the street and, in a matter of moments, blended completely into the night.

CHAPTER 28

FIVE MINUTES CAME AND WENT. TEN MINUTES stretched to twenty. I struggled to ignore the hair­raising feeling that I was under surveillance. I peered into the shadows ringing the school.

What was taking Patch so long? I shuffled through a few theories, feeling more uneasy by the moment.

What if Patch couldn’t find Vee? What would happen when Patch found Elliot? I didn’t think Elliot could overpower Patch, but there was always a chance—if Elliot had the element of surprise.

The phone in my pocket rang, and I jumped out of my skin.

“I see you,” Elliot said when I answered. “Sitting out there in the car.”

“Where are you?”

“Watching you from a second­story window. We’re playing inside.”

“I don’t want to play.”

He ended the call.

With my heart in my throat, I got out of the car. I looked up at the dark windows of the school. I didn’t think Elliot knew Patch was inside. His voice came across impatient, not angry or irritated. My only hope was that Patch had a plan and would make sure nothing happened to me or Vee. The moon was clouded over, and under a shadow of fear I walked up to the east door.

I stepped into semidarkness. My eyes took several seconds to make something of the shaft of streetlight falling through the window encased in the top half of the door. The floor tiles reflected a waxy gleam.

Lockers were lined up on either side of the hallway like sleeping robotic soldiers. Instead of a peaceful, quiet feeling, the halls radiated hidden menace.

The outside lights illuminated the first several feet into the hallway, but after that, I could see nothing.

Just inside the door was a panel of light switches, and I flipped them on. Nothing happened.

Since the power was working outside, I knew the electricity inside had been shut off by hand. I wondered if this was part of Elliot’s plan. I couldn’t see him, and I couldn’t see Vee. I also couldn’t see Patch. I was going to have to feel my way through each room in the school, playing a slow game of elimination until I found him. Together we would find Vee.

Using the wall as my guide, I crept forward. On any given week­day, I passed down this stretch of hall several times, but in the darkness it suddenly seemed foreign. And longer. Much longer.

At the first intersection I mentally assessed my surroundings. Turning left would lead to the band and orchestra rooms and the cafeteria. Turning right would lead to administrative offices, as well as a double staircase. I continued straight, heading deeper into the school, toward the classrooms.

My foot caught on something, and before I could react, I went sprawling to the floor. Hazy gray light filtered through a skylight directly overhead as the moon broke between clouds, illuminating the features of the body I’d tripped on. Jules was on his back, his expression fixed in a blank stare. His long blond hair was tangled over his face, his hands slack at his sides.

I pushed back on my knees and covered my mouth, panting air. My legs trembled with adrenaline. Very slowly, I rested my palm on Jules’s chest. He wasn’t breathing. He was dead.

I jumped to my feet and choked on a scream. I wanted to call out for Patch, but that would give my location away to Elliot—if he didn’t already know it. I realized with a start that he could be standing feet away, watching me as his twisted game unfolded.

The overhead light faded, and I made a frantic survey of the hall. More endless hallway stretched ahead.

The library was up a short flight of stairs to my left. Classrooms started on the right. On a split moment’s decision, I chose the library, groping through the blackening halls to get away from Jules’s body. My nose dripped, and I realized I was crying soundlessly. Why was Jules dead? Who killed him?

If Jules was dead, was Vee also?

The library doors were unlocked, and I fumbled my way inside. Past the bookshelves, at the far end of the library, were three small study rooms. They were soundproof; if Elliot wanted to isolate Vee, the rooms were an ideal place to put her.

I was just about to start toward them when a masculine groan carried through the library. I came to a halt.

The lights out in the hall powered to life, illuminating the darkness of the library. Elliot’s body lay a few feet away, his mouth parted, his skin ashen. His eyes rolled my way, and he reached an arm out to me.

A piercing scream escaped me. Whirling around, I ran for the library doors, shoving and kicking chairs out of my way. Run! I ordered myself. Get to an exit!

I staggered out the door, and that’s when the lights in the hall died, plunging everything once again to black.

“Patch!” I tried to scream. But my voice caught, and I choked on his name.

Jules was dead. Elliot was almost dead. Who had killed them? Who was left? I tried to make sense of what was happening, but all reason had left me.

A shove to my back threw me off balance. Another shove sent me flying sideways. My head smashed against a locker, stunning me.

A narrow beam of light swept across my vision, and a pair of dark eyes behind a ski mask swirled into focus. The light came from a miner’s headlamp secured over the mask.

I pushed up and tried to run. One of his arms shot out, cutting off my escape. He brought up his other arm, trapping me against the locker.

“Did you think I was dead?” I could hear the gloating, icy smile in his voice. “I couldn’t pass up one last chance to play with you. Humor me. Who did you think the bad guy was? Elliot? Or did it cross your mind that your best friend could do this? I’m getting warm, aren’t I? That’s the thing about fear. It brings out the worst in us.”

“It’s you.” My voice rattled.

Jules ripped off the headlamp and ski mask. “In the flesh.”

“How did you do it?” I asked, my voice still trembling. “I saw you. You weren’t breathing. You were dead.”

“You’re giving me too much credit. It was all you, Nora. If your mind wasn’t so weak, I couldn’t have done a thing. Am I making you feel bad? Is it discouraging to know that out of all the minds I’ve invaded, yours tops the list as easiest? And most fun.”

I licked my lips. My mouth tasted a strange combination of dry and sticky. I could smell the fear on my breath. “Where’s Vee?”

He slapped my cheek. “Don’t change the subject. You really should learn to control your fear. Fear undermines logic and opens up all sorts of opportunities for people like me.”

This was a side of Jules I’d never seen. He’d always been so quiet, so sullen, radiating a complete lack of interest in everyone around him. He stayed in the background, drawing little attention, little suspicion. Very clever of him, I thought.

He grabbed my arm and jerked me after him.

I clawed at him and twisted away, and he drove his fist into my stomach. I stumbled backward, gasping for air that did not come. My shoulder dragged down a locker until I sat crumpled on the floor. A ribbon of air slipped down my throat, and I choked on it.

Jules touched the tracks my nails had carved in his forearm. “That’s going to cost you.”

“Why did you bring me here? What do you want?” I couldn’t keep the hysteria from my voice.

He yanked me up by my arm and dragged me farther down the hall. Kicking a door open, he thrust me inside and I went down, my palms colliding with the hard floor. The door slammed behind me. The only light came from the headlamp, which Jules held.

The air held the familiar odors of chalk dust and stale chemicals. Posters of the human body and crosssections of human cells decorated the walls. A long black granite counter with a sink stood at the front of the room. It faced rows of matching granite lab tables. We were inside Coach McConaughy’s biology room.

A flash of metal caught my eye. A scalpel lay on the floor, tucked against the wastebasket. It must have been overlooked by both Coach and the janitor. I slid it into the waistband of my jeans just as Jules hauled me to my feet.

“I had to cut the electricity,” he said, setting the headlamp on the nearest table. “You can’t play hideand­seek in the light.”

Scraping two chairs across the floor, he positioned them facing each other. “Have a seat.” It didn’t sound like an invitation.

My eyes darted to the panel of windows spanning the far wall. I wondered if I could crank one open and escape before Jules caught me. Amid a thousand other self­preserving thoughts, I told myself not to appear frightened. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered that advice from a self­defense class I’d taken with Mom after my dad died. Make eye contact … look confident … use common sense

… all easier said than done.

Jules pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me into a chair. The cold metal seeped through my jeans.

“Give me your cell phone,” he ordered, hand held out for it.

“I left it in the car.”

He breathed a laugh. “Do you really want to play games with me? I’ve got your best friend locked somewhere in the building. If you play games with me, she’s going to feel left out. I’ll have to think up an extra­special game to make it up to her.”

I dug out the phone and passed it over.

With superhuman strength, he bent it in half. “Now it’s just the two of us.” He sank into the chair facing mine and stretched his legs out luxuriously. One arm dangled off the seat back. “Let’s talk, Nora.”

I bolted from the chair. Jules hooked me around the waist before I’d made it four steps and shoved me back into the chair.

“I used to own horses,” he said. “A long time ago in France, I had a stable of beautiful horses. The Spanish horses were my favorite. They were caught wild and brought directly to me. Within weeks I had them subdued. But there was always the rare horse that refused to be broken. Do you know what I did with a horse that refused to be broken?”

I shuddered for an answer.

“Cooperate, and you have nothing to fear,” he said.

I didn’t for one moment believe him. The gleam in his eyes wasn’t sincere.

“I saw Elliot in the library.” I was surprised by the waver in my voice. I didn’t like or trust Elliot, but he didn’t deserve to die slowly and in pain. “Did you hurt him?”

He scooted closer, as if to share a secret. “If you’re going to commit a crime, never leave evidence.

Elliot’s been an integral part of everything. He knows too much.”

“Is that why I’m here? Because of the article I found about Kjirsten Halverson?”