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  94. Also by DAVID KLASS
  95. Copyright Page

Even with my hands cuffed, I could fight back. Eko taught me enough martial arts moves so that I could probably turn the tables on the chief. Kick him unconscious. Take his keys. Free myself. Make a break for it. But what would be the point? I deserve this beating. I’ll take it like a man. And when the FBI come, they can put me in thumbscrews. I’ll take that, too.

What is it about you pathetic humans, that you not only march meekly to the slaughter, but find ways to justify the executioner as the ax is falling?

Familiar canine telepathic voice. Shocks me even as I writhe on the floor in agony. Gisco! I’m glad that he’s alive, but I’m in enough of a mess as it is. Trapped and betrayed by the parents of my sweetheart. Beaten by the father of my football teammate. Not to mention punched in the testicles, and soul in torment.

Please go away, I tell Gisco telepathically. You only bring trouble, and I’ve got enough of that as it is.

How can you say such a thing, old bean? There’s a special bond of love and thrust between a boy and his dog.

The last time I saw you, you promised you would never, ever leave me, no matter what. And then you instantly blinked out and vanished into thin air.

Hardly my fault. But we can sort all that out later. The salient fact is that we’ve got to escape right now.

Dog using fancy SAT word. Where is he, anyway? How did he get inside this police station?

Chief Parker hauls me up by my shirtfront, choking me. “Are you gonna start talking or do you need more?”

I look back at him. Shake my head slightly from side to side. More. His fist slams into my rib cage. Knocks me across the cell into the stone wall. I bounce off hard and bang my head on cell’s toilet. Almost black out.

Fight back! Get his keys. I’ll help you escape.

Why would I want to do that? Give me one good reason.

I’ll give you two. First, he told you the FBI’s coming. They’re about to pull into the parking lot.

That’s a good reason?

It’s not really the FBI, lamebrain. It’s the Dark Army. If they take you into custody, it’ll be the slow neural flay.

What’s the other reason?

Sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but the Dark Army already took your friend P.J. She’s at their mercy. If we don’t find her, there’s no telling what they’ll do to her. Time is of the essence. You’re the only one who can save her.