"You should have told me, River," Hawk said softly. "You should have told someone."
She shook her head, her lips compressing into a tight line. "No adults, you said. Only kids could be members of our family. Ever."
The words felt like a condemnation. He had said it because he blamed adults for so much, said it because he didn't want the Ghosts ever to be dependent on adults again, said it to keep them from even thinking that adults had a place in their life. It was easy to say it when they were all orphans and street kids and there wasn't any real family left and no one wanted anything to do with them anyway.
"I found him two days ago, lying in his bed here in the shed. He'd been well for three years, but the sickness has returned, same as before. I still didn't know what to do." She looked at him, her eyes solemn and depthless. "What if he dies?"
"We won't let him die," Hawk said at once, even knowing it was a promise he could not keep.
"In a way, he already has," she whispered. Tears ran down her cheeks, and she wiped them away quickly.
"I said no adults in the Ghosts, but I didn't say we wouldn't ever help an adult if one needed it. I didn't say that." He tried to think of what to tell her. "River, remember when I went down to the docks maybe a week ago? I went down to speak to your grandfather about the dead Lizard, to see if maybe he knew something. You know what he did? He asked me to take him with us when we left the city. Like he knew we were going." He hesitated. "I told him I would."
She stared. "You did? You said that? Did you mean it?"
Did he? He couldn't remember for sure. He thought about the way the Weatherman had asked him, almost as if it was an afterthought, a throwaway. He lifted one eyebrow at River. "Sure, I meant it. I was thinking, though. Maybe, somewhere deep inside, he still knows who you are. Otherwise, why would he have asked to go with us?"
She seemed doubtful, but didn't disagree. "Can we give him some medicine?"
He nodded. "But we have to ask Owl what to do for him. Maybe one of her books will tell us what sort of sickness this is and how to treat it. She knows a lot. Let's go ask her."
But River shook her head. "You go, Hawk. I don't want to leave him all alone."
Hawk considered arguing the matter, then decided against it. Instead, he reached into his pocket and handed her one of the precious viper–pricks. He left his prod leaning against the shed wall as he moved to the doorway.
"I'll be back as soon as I can," he promised. He gave her grandfather a final glance as he went out. The old man looked like a bundle of sticks lying beneath the thin blanket. "It will be all right," he said.
But in his heart he felt that maybe it wouldn't.
WHEN HE GOT back to the underground, he told Owl what he had discovered about River and the Weatherman. Owl did not recognize the form of plague that the old man had contracted, but she began searching her medical books immediately to see if she could find a sickness that matched what he was describing. He watched her from across the room, absorbed in her work. They had medicines for some plagues, he thought. Or they could get others from Tessa, just as they had done for Persia.
Thinking of Persia, he was reminded that Panther had not yet returned.
Leaving Owl to her reading and Cheney to his nap, he went back up the stairs and outside into the streets to wait. Soon Panther reappeared with Chalk and Fixit, his dark face radiating anger that Hawk could detect from fifty feet away.
"What happened?" he asked as the other came up to.
"Didn't nothin' happen, Bird‑Man. We got there like we was supposed to, stood around waiting for those pussycats to appear, and no one showed. We waited more than an hour 'cause I knew you'd say we didn't wait long enough otherwise.
Whole thing was a frickin' waste of time."
Hawk blinked. Tiger wouldn't have missed this meeting unless he physically couldn't come. Even then, he would have sent one of the others. Persia was too important to him. He would do anything to protect her.
Something was wrong.
"Wait here while I get Cheney," he said. "We're going back out."
TWENTY-ONE
AS HE WENT back down into the underground, he made a quick series of decisions. He was going to find out what had happened to Tiger, but he had to be careful about how he went about it. Finding Tiger probably meant finding where the Cats laired, and all of the tribes were very territorial. If the Ghosts went uninvited into Cat country, even for what they deemed a good cause, they could expect an unfriendly reception. Still, the larger problem was in finding where Cat country was. He knew it was in an abandoned condo building somewhere north of midtown, but he didn't know the exact location. He would need help from Cheney.
By the same token, he had to make certain that Owl and Squirrel, who would remain behind, were sufficiently protected against anything that might threaten them in his absence. Since Cheney would be with him, he guessed he would have to give the job to Bear.
He was almost to the steel door when he realized that someone was following him. He wheeled back to find Panther right behind him.
"Wait up, Bird‑Man," the other boy told him, the expression on his dark face reflecting irritation and impatience. "Talk to me. What you plannin' to do?
Go lookin' for the pussycats?"
"I told you to wait upstairs."
Panther snorted. "You not the boss of me, Bird‑Man. So tell me. This your plan? Huntin' for the Cats?"
Hawk glared. "Cheney can find them."
"How he gonna to that? Don't he need their scent? You got that? You got a piece of clothing or something?"
Hawk just stared. He didn't, of course.
"Tole you before. This ain't none of our business."
Hawk took a deep breath. "Not everything we do in this world is about us, Panther. Sometimes we have do things for other reasons. Sometimes we've got to forget about ourselves and help others. If not, what's the point?"
"The point, man, is that we get to stay alive! You don't think that's what we supposed to be doin' with ourselves?"
"I think that's the point. I just don't think that's the only point."
"Huh! Well, it is for me!"
They were nose–to–nose now, and seconds away from a fight. It had never happened before, although Hawk had suspected for a long time that Panther wanted it. If they fought and Panther won, he would have proved something to himself, although Hawk didn't know exactly what.
He straightened. "Okay, you think what you want. You got the right. But it doesn't matter what you think. I got the pleneten for Persia, and I'm going to find her and give it to her. She's just a little girl and she needs help. You don't want to help her, then don't. Stay here and watch Owl and Squirrel, and I'll take Bear."
"Hey, no one said nuthin' about not goin' with you," Panther said quickly, serious now, no messing around.
"Well, it sounded like it to me." Hawk refused to back off. "You said the Cats weren't any of our concern. You said you didn't care about anything but staying alive. So, fine. You do what you have to do, and I'll do the same."
"I just don't like takin' chances when it ain't necessary. Dangerous enough out there without that." Panther sighed. "Look, you don't need Cheney, but you do need me. I know where they is."
Hawk frowned. "You know where the Cats live? You know how to find them? How do you know that?"
"Tracked 'em. How you think? Look, you might honor that territorial code crap, but it don't mean nuthin' to me. I never did like the way they talked to us, so I waited for my chance one day a few months back and I tracked 'em. Found their little hidey–hole. It ain't far from where we went for the purification tablets a few days back."