CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
July 11, 2010
Early morning
Cleo and Calvin agreed to meet in the kitchen at midnight.
Martin fell asleep well before then, stretched on the living room floor with his arms crossed over his chest. Cleo and her mother had stayed up late, whispering. Calvin gave himself the creeps by imagining himself back in front of the VisumOris council, accused of Randolf’s murder.
Finally, his mom’s bedroom door opened, and Cleo tiptoed out. The living room blinds were still raised, and she stepped into the blue and orange glow from a neon motel sign. Calvin swung off the couch, still positioned in the hallway. They crouched in a corner beside the kitchen table. Through a narrow window, a traffic light blinked from red to green.
“Well?” Cleo traced a square on the linoleum with
