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  1. Welcome
  2. Dedication
  3. To the reader
  4. BOOK ONE
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
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  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. 17
  22. 18
  23. 19
  24. 20
  25. 21
  26. 22
  27. 23
  28. BOOK TWO
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. 27
  33. 28
  34. 29
  35. 30
  36. 31
  37. 32
  38. 33
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  50. 45
  51. 46
  52. 47
  53. 48
  54. 49
  55. 50
  56. BOOK THREE
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  60. 54
  61. 55
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  84. 78
  85. 79
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. Books by James Patterson
  88. Cover Page

“Oh yeah?” I said. “Last I knew, you were practically joined at the hip.” I mean, not literally, which, sadly, is all too possible in our world. But this was more of a codependent situation.

“I’m free now. The end is near, and soon we’ll all be free!” he shouted, raising a fist.

“Again with the world ending,” I muttered. The kid had always been a bit off, but it seemed like the heat was really getting to him.

Angel offered him her water bottle, but he shook his head. “Everything’s happening, just like my computer predicted.” His eyes glazed over. “But I don’t need it now. I don’t need anything. It’s all beautiful, man. Everything will be beautiful once we kill all the humans. You’ll see. Can’t you feel it?” He looked at me earnestly.

Okay, things were getting more than a little crazy town. “Say what, now?”

“The humans have ruined everything,” he said. “But once they’re all gone, we can start fresh again. We just need to kill the humans.”

“But… you’re human!” said Angel.

His eyes wavered, then focused on her. “Nah, not really.”

“Look, you need to get out of the sun, get some fluids into you,” I said. “Then you’ll quit talking crazy.”

“No!” He frowned and shook his head. “You don’t understand. You don’t want to understand. I have everything I need! I’m being take care of!” He looked off at nothing in the distance. “Everything’s being taken care of,” he whispered.

“Please, let us help you,” I pleaded, taking his arm.

“No!” He pulled away from me and ran off shakily across the hard-packed soil. “I don’t need your help! I’m being taken care of!” he shouted over his shoulder.

“Okay, I’m starting to get a complex,” I said. “What, I’m not good at saving people anymore?”

The three of us watched the kid stagger away from us. I seriously felt like crying.

“Let’s just go home,” I said wearily.

30

“AND HOW HAVE you been locating the members of this little ragtag collection of yours?” Maya asked, taking a big swig of Yoo-hoo.

Great. Not only did “Maya” look exactly like Max and have the same husky voice that practically made Fang’s knees buckle, but she even talked like Max, all bravado and snark.

“Through my blog,” Fang answered. Across the hotel room, the rest of his little ragtag collection actually seemed to be getting along. The new guy, Holden Squibb, had finally arrived, and Kate was explaining to the pale, scrawny kid how she and Star had been kidnapped by two men in lab coats on some school trip. Fang turned back to Maya.