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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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  46. 41
  47. 42
  48. 43
  49. 44
  50. 45
  51. 46
  52. 47
  53. 48
  54. 49
  55. 50
  56. BOOK THREE
  57. 51
  58. 52
  59. 53
  60. 54
  61. 55
  62. 56
  63. 57
  64. 58
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  83. 77
  84. 78
  85. 79
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. Books by James Patterson
  88. Cover Page

Nudge looked uncomfortable. “You made us all promise never to mention his name,” she whispered, and I winced as that sentence came back to bite me in the butt again. “Plus, you were busy dealing with Iggy who was, you know, brainsucked,” she said.

I sat back. “So the DG is going to have a big rally at Comic-Con.”

“We are so there!” Total said. “I’m definitely getting Tricia Helfer’s autograph!”

We all turned to look at him. “What?” he said. “She’s hot. For a human.”

“If the DG is having a huge rally, we should go,” Dylan agreed, which was big of him, especially since he knew Fang would be there too.

Inside, my heart raced at the thought of possibly seeing Fang again. Did he know how much he was hurting me by advertising the new Fang gang? Was he really that cruel, to post videos of himself with his Max stand-in? Was he deliberately trying to hurt me?

That didn’t sound like Fang. But I didn’t know what to think.

“But what about Ella and my mom and Jeb?” I asked.

“I’ve been thinking about that,” said Gazzy. The serious tone of his voice made me look at him sharply.

“What’s up, Gaz?” Nudge asked.

“Well, before the crash, when I was trying to hold Jeb and then he let go?” Gazzy’s face showed how painful the memory was. “Right as I knew I couldn’t hold him much longer, he yelled one last thing, the last thing he wanted me to know before he died.”

As much as I usually hated Jeb, I couldn’t help admitting that I really did want to know what his almost-last words were. “And that was…?”

“He said, ‘The human race will have to die to save the planet. Just like I have to die to save you.’ ” Gazzy looked up, his blue eyes troubled. “I think maybe Jeb is in on it. Your mom too.”

41

“WHA-HUH?” I SAID, already bristling. My mom? In on a heinous conspiracy?

“I know, I know,” Gazzy said quickly. “You know how great I think Dr. M is. I don’t want her to be in on this.”

“Jeb, okay,” I said, my temper flaring. “He’s a lying, two-faced weasel. But my mom’s good. She’s always been good to us, and now you’re just selling her out?”

“But… your mom trusts Jeb,” said Gazzy. “Even after you thought he had betrayed you and us and cut off all ties with him, your mom stayed in touch with him.”

That had really ticked me off, but I figured she’d had her reasons. Like maybe she thought weasels were really cute. Or could be trained to do circus tricks.