Chapter 18:
"Jax."
"On it, Prez."
Jax is already walking. Not running. Walking, like a man going to get his mail, straight across the lot toward the trees. But his hand's inside his jacket and he's not looking at the bus anymore.
"Elara," Kael says, without turning around. "Get back on the bus."
"Kael—"
"Get on the bus."
And I go. I don't want to, but I go, and Dave's hand comes out and I climb back up the steps.
"You stay right here," Dave says. "Right here up front, and you duck if I say duck."
"Okay."
"Right here."
"Okay."
Kael's walking now. Across the lot, past the parked bikes, toward the trees where the silver car is sitting. Jax is ahead of him, off to the side, flanking.
And the silver car doesn't move.
That's what gets me. It just sits there. No engine, no lights, n
