Coop greeted me at the door.
My luck was holding—Kit wasn’t home. Thank the Lord for small favors.
Collapsing into bed, I nearly whimpered with pleasure. I planned to sleep forever.
Then my cell exploded. I ignored the first three rings, pretended it wasn’t happening.
“Blaaaaargh!”
Reaching blindly, I scooped up the phone. Too late. The call rolled to voice mail. Shortly after, the message icon appeared: Aunt Tempe.
“Sorry I missed you, Tory. Ta suil agam go bhfuil tu i mbarr na slainte. That means, ‘I hope you’re in the best of health!’ I’ve actually been enjoying my assignment. After a rough start, vocabulary started coming back. I’m emailing you my translation now. Let me know if you need anything else, and please call more often. Oíche mhaith. Good night!”
As the message ended, an email appeared in my inbox.
I fully intended to open it.
My eyes just needed a short rest.
THE KNOCKING FINALLY roused me.
“I’ll be at work all day,” Kit called through the door. “I know you’re angry at being grounded, but get moving. Too much sleep is as bad as too little.”
“Wha?” Best I could manage.
Kit’s footsteps retreated. I glanced at the clock. Sunday. Ten forty-five.
“Frick!”
I’d overslept. For my idea to work, we had to go today.
I rushed to my computer, tracked down the Virals, and handed out assignments. The boys grumbled but agreed. As I knew they would. We had no other choice.
Logging off, I couldn’t shake the feeling I’d forgotten something.
I reviewed the plan in my head. There were holes, sure, and a few shaky assumptions, but the concept felt sound. Yet the nagging wouldn’t let up.
What?
Coop pushed into my room, tail wagging like a windshield wiper.
“Come on, boy.”
I trudged downstairs to see if Kit had left any coffee.
It was going to be another killer day.
“Eyes peeled,” Ben warned. “We don’t want to run aground.”
Mid-afternoon. We were aboard Sewee, carefully picking our way through the snarl of overgrown swampland surrounding Wadmalaw Island.
It had taken hours, but Shelton finally scored the intel we needed.
Then a sprint to the boat.
Sailing south past Folly and Kiawah, Ben steered into the mouth of the Edisto River, heading inland to the warren of marshes and tidal pools surrounding Wadmalaw Sound.
The channel narrowed as Sewee nosed through tall reeds and thick stands of cordgrass. Blackbirds circled, feasting on insects made drowsy by the afternoon heat. Egrets perched on dry mud banks, alert for movement in the still, brackish water.
My plan was simple.
Escape by car was impossible. Marsh Point had a single access road straddled by a well-manned guardhouse. No driving around it.
Flight on foot was equally unrealistic. The hospital grounds occupied a tiny islet surrounded by muck and open water. The only walking path paralleled the road, and was completely exposed.
That left a waterborne getaway.
By worming through swampland to the lake surrounding the hospital, we could bypass the guardhouse and access the grounds from their unprotected rear.
Ben’s face was tense as he maneuvered the tricky passages. For good reason. If we bottomed out in the shallow swamp, Sewee could be mired for hours.
Ben’s gaze flicked left. His body stiffened.
“Nobody freak,” he said quietly, “but there’s a monster gator ten yards to port.”
Heads whipped sideways.
An eight-foot alligator was lounging on a sandbar, its gray-green scales caked with dried mud. Reptilian eyes opened, regarded us dispassionately, then slowly slid shut again.
“That’s right,” Shelton said in a shaky voice. “Nappy time. We’re not worth your trouble.”
Ben motored down a channel, hit a dead end, reversed, chose a new route. Sweat dripped from his temples as he struggled to navigate the stifling green maze.
Hi slapped his neck. “These mosquitoes are eating me alive.”
“Me too.” Shelton tossed Hi the bug spray. “We must be delicious.”
“Buckeye!” Ben eased Sewee between a pair of grassy humps.
“Lunatic Island, twelve o’clock.”
Fifty yards of open water separated us from Marsh Point Hospital and solid ground.
“There.” Ben pointed to a knot of weeping willows growing hard against the water. “Those trees should screen us from view.”
“Everyone knows his job?” I spoke to cover my pregame jitters. “Let’s review one more time.”
“I dump you guys on shore,” Ben said, “then pull back and hide Sewee in the rushes. Wait for the signal.”
Shelton spoke next. “We sneak to a door at the left rear corner of the building. I unlock it and stand guard.”
Shelton had found and downloaded the hospital blueprints earlier that afternoon. After studying the layout, we had a pretty good feel for our target.
“The door shouldn’t be alarmed,” I reminded.
We were counting on that.
The Marsh Point Hospital website emphasized the open, unrestrained character of their treatment facility. Residents were never locked in their rooms, and were generally free to roam the grounds at their leisure.
Small wonder. Given the Alcatraz setup, there was nowhere for a patient to go.
If only I could get a message to Chance. He could walk out to meet us.
Impossible. Patients weren’t allowed unsupervised phone calls. Chance had no idea we were coming.
But we couldn’t wait. Sunday meant less staff, less opportunity to get caught. I’d just have to find him myself.
Hi picked up his part of the sequence. “Once inside, Tory and I climb to the fourth floor, where I keep watch in the stairwell.”
My turn. “I search the guest rooms, find Chance, and we rejoin Hiram.”
“Back down the stairs,” Hi continued. “Link up with Shelton.”
“I text Ben,” Shelton said. “Then we haul ass back to the drop zone.”
“Where I’ll be waiting,” Ben finished. “We disappear into the swamp. Done.”
Our strategy was solid. But so much could go wrong.
What if someone noticed Sewee? How many guards were in the building? How would I locate Chance’s room?
I shoved my doubts aside. No plan could account for the unknown. We’d adjust on the fly.
Deep breath. Go time. “Take us in.”
“Roger that.” Ben gunned the engine and we fired across the lake.
Reaching the cover of the willow trees, Shelton, Hi, and I jumped from the bow and waded ashore. Ben reversed Sewee and retreated into the marsh.
“Now?” Hi asked.
“Yes.” Steeling myself. “Do it.”
SNAP.
The power tore through me. Lightning. Fire. I closed my eyes and waited for the tremors to subside.
My senses came alive. The world shifted into laser clarity.
“Ready?” I panted.
The boys nodded, golden eyes hidden behind dark lenses. Positioning my own sunglasses, I headed up the hill.
The low-hanging sun at our backs helped obscure our approach. We scurried into the yard and ducked behind a hedgerow. Lucky break. The suffocating heat had kept everyone inside.
I assessed our target in silence. The castle-like structure was equally menacing from this angle, but the entry was there as expected.