"Zo, I can tell you're lying. I can feel it. It's that link thing." He grinned. "Heath. I can't get the police."
"Then I'm not telling you where I am." Echoing from down one end of the tunnel came a skittering that reminded me of the sound the science experiment rats made as they scurried through the mazes we made in AP Bio. Heath's grin was gone, as was the color that had returned to his cheeks while we talked. "Heath, we don't have time for this." He started to shake his head no. "Listen to me! I have special powers. Those--" I hesi tated, not sure what to call the group of creatures that somehow included my dead best friend. "Those things aren't going to be able to hurt me." Heath didn't say anything, but he didn't look convinced and the ratlike sounds were getting louder. "You said yo
