“Oh sure, you betcha,” Danny said without hesitation. “Smooth sailing now, kids. You got ’em, I suggest you smoke ’em.”
“Smoke what?” Claire asked.
“He’s just being funny,” Gaby said. “We’re getting there. Just hang on a bit more.”
Claire nodded. Annie, next to her, had already looked back outside the window at the seemingly never-ending wave of concrete dividers that separated the east and westbound lanes. Will had once told her about the thousand-yard stare that soldiers would get after a firefight, the result of being shell-shocked by combat. Annie looked like she was having one of those at the moment.
Gaby sat back in her seat and looked at Danny. “Were they just bad shots back there? Was that how we survived?”
“No one’s that bad,” Danny said. “They were aiming for the tires.”
“The tires?”
She took a moment to digest what he had said. The tires? They were shooting at their tires? Was that why they had missed the windshield? Every second during the ordeal, she had waited and waited for the first bullet to punch through the glass or the roof and kill her, Danny, and the girls in the back. It would have been easy, because the snipers were firing down on them without anything at all blocking their view.
Instead, all she could remember was the ping-ping-ping! of bullets hitting the sides of the vehicles.
He’s right. They were trying to shoot out the tires.
“Why were they doing that?” she asked him.
“Because they were trying to stop us, not kill us,” Danny said. “The only reason we survived back there was because they were trying to take us alive.”
“They didn’t seem to care whether we lived or died yesterday.”
“Different day, new orders. The only thing you can count on as a grunt in the field is the higher-ups sitting around in their comfy chairs back at headquarters, changing their minds from day to day.”
“So someone changed the orders. Who?”
Danny didn’t answer right away. Gaby watched him closely. She looked past the bruises, the broken nose that was still healing, and the cuts that covered a face that always used to remind her of a transplanted California surfer, even though she knew for a fact Danny had never lived anywhere else outside of Texas after his Army days.
“Danny,” she pressed. “Whose orders were they following back there?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
“Bullshit. I know you well enough to know when you’re lying.”
He looked over and grinned. It was a valiant attempt, but it wasn’t anywhere close to being the usual Danny grin, and she thought he probably knew it, too.
“You sound like Carly,” he said.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Then, “Tell me, Danny.”
“I don’t know for sure…”
“But you know something.”
“Willie boy and I talked about it on and off. She’s been dogging him since she went turncoat.”
Gaby knew who Danny was talking about without hearing the name. She had heard it often enough. Not from Will or Danny, but from Lara and Carly. The topic never came up on purpose, but something would happen that reminded them she was out there. Both women had known her in the early days of The Purge, especially Carly, and they knew what she had become later, and still was now.
Out there, somewhere.
“You know about her and us,” Danny said. “More specifically, her and him.”
“They were at the underground bunker in Starch, Texas, together. You all were.”
“She came back with a vengeance while we were out there looking for you. A few nights ago, she made one of her patented appearances in his dream. Or nightmare. Foggy walkabout.” He shrugged. “Whatever you want to call it. She was there, and she showed him that whole mess in Dunbar.”
“With Harrison…”
“Uh huh.”
She paused. Gaby didn’t want to say the woman’s name, but she had to make sure. “Are we talking about the same person, Danny?”
He looked at her and mouthed the word, “Kate.”
She knew the name, but hearing Danny say it — even if he didn’t actually say it out loud — made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
Kate.
Will’s Kate.
And now her men — her human hands and feet in the daylight — had him. That was the bad news. The good news was that knowing that Kate was behind all of this made it easier to accept that Will was still alive back there, and that, ironically enough, buoyed her spirits. Because he was Will, and as long as he was still breathing, there was a chance.
“Someone once told me I’m too stubborn to die,” he had said to her not all that long ago. “Okay, more than one person, actually. There’s a good chance it could be true.”
For the first time since the shooting stopped, Gaby found herself smiling into the wind.
They didn’t stop for another thirty minutes, when Milly declared she couldn’t go another mile without using the bathroom. Of course, there wasn’t a bathroom or a roadside rest stop anywhere nearby, so Danny parked the Titan in the middle of the highway, and Milly jumped out and ran behind a blue sedan.
Gaby climbed out to stretch and look over the damage from the ambush. Danny was right when he said the shooters had been trying to disable the car instead of killing them. The bullet holes were all concentrated around the four tires, which by some miracle had all made it through in one piece. She didn’t know what they would have done if one of the shooters had actually managed to puncture a tire. Did they even have a spare in the back somewhere? What would have happened if they had lost two tires?
Danny hobbled out of the truck on the other side. For a guy moving on one good leg — the one encased in a makeshift split that was really just floorboards and duct tape — he had driven amazingly well throughout. He was still grimacing with every step, and when he turned his back to her, she heard the clinking of pills in a bottle he had retrieved from one of his cargo pants pockets.
She wished she could say seeing Danny hurt was a novel thing, but the sad truth was they were all hurt. Their entire life since The Purge had been a series of running and fighting, and that kind of existence tended to leave scars and bruises. If they weren’t struggling against the creatures in the night, they were braving their human lackeys in the day. Thank God those same men couldn’t shoot for crap, or they might have been dead a dozen times over by now.
The sun beat down on her as she peered down the highway. Will was back there, somewhere, captured by those very fallible humans right now.
“Someone once told me I’m too stubborn to die.”
She smiled again. Those same men were going to find out just how stubborn he was very soon. As long as Will was breathing, she had faith he’d find his way back to the island. Or wherever Lara ended up, anyway.
Gaby glanced around her to make sure they were alone. I-10 consisted of four lanes, two on each side, and had become low to the ground as they left Route 13 far behind. The east- and westbound lanes were separated by a tall divider with a healthy stretch of shoulder on both sides of the concrete barricade. Tall walls of wood flanked them, and it had been ten minutes since they last drove past a business advertising seafood and “Good Eats.” There hadn’t been anything else since, which made stopping here ideal.
With the truck’s engine turned off, they would be able to hear another vehicle coming for miles. More than enough warning to get back in and flee. It still nagged at her that the soldiers hadn’t pursued them from Route 13. They had chased after them on foot for a while, but those large trucks that had tried to block their path, the same ones Will had barreled into with the Tacoma, or the ones that had cut off their retreat, hadn’t pursued.