Bone Music by Rice Christopher

Author:Rice, Christopher
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781542048309
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 2018-03-01T05:00:00+00:00

Golden fields. Rolling hills. Glimpses of sparkling lakes. It’s beautiful country, but the last leg of their little road trip feels interminable all of a sudden, and she’s shifting in her seat by the time they’re coming down out of the hills and into Paso Robles, Altamira’s classier big sister. This is where they came to see first-run movies in a nice, comfy theater when Charley was a girl—when Trina was a girl—the place they’d drive to for dinners so fancy she and Luanne would have to wear sundresses and sandals. Ah, California!

On the outside, the library looks modern and immaculate; sandstone walls banded with strips of red brick. The roof’s a cluster of pyramids covered in a kind of weathered green metal that reminds her of statues from ancient Rome. After her time in the sterile safe house and the seemingly endless twenty minutes she spent inside that repulsive roadside bar, the library’s clean, hushed interior feels like an oasis of comfort and safety.

She’d expected doubt to set in by now. Instead she feels the opposite. Her confidence builds with every step they take toward the computer lab, a double-sided row of private carrels in the middle of a shelf-filled book room, which, to her relief, is almost devoid of other people.

Luke allows her to take a seat at a carrel on the end, then pulls a chair up behind her.

If he’s losing patience with her silence, he’s managed not to show it.

The chat room welcomes her with a bare-bones layout; yellow bands on each side and dialogue flowing in languages she doesn’t recognize. Most of them Eastern European, she’s sure. She clicks on the tab that allows her to set up an instant free profile.

“Go in hot,” Luke whispers. “Remember?”

“Burning Girl isn’t exactly anonymous,” she whispers back. “Especially given current circumstances.”

“I agree. But I figure whatever name you pick, it’s gotta stand out. This thing has private messaging, right? I don’t figure he’s gonna want to hash this out in the main chat room.”

“Nah, he probably won’t.”

In the entry blank for her username she types, flamingmanureguylover.

Luke’s attempt to control his laughter turns into a little eruption of huffing breaths.

“It’s hot and it’s partly about him,” she whispers, “so I figure’ll it get his attention.”

Second later, an invite to a private chat pops up from msstocktonpresents666.

“Ms. Stockton?” Luke whispers. “What does that mean?”

“Our European history teacher. Remember? We talked about it back at your place.”

“Wow. He really was listening to everything.”

She accepts the invite, and a private chat room opens.

U have a good memory, Bailey writes.

She lifts her fingers to the keyboard.

It was a pretty good joke. Looks like you’ve graduated to bigger stuff now, she types.

Next to her, Luke gives off the energy of a coiled snake.

Big bro with you?

Yes, she types.

Tell him I’m sorry.

She lets these words sit on the screen.

Tell him he should have taken Rohm’s deal. Tell him there was never anything he could have given feds on me. I wouldn’t have put him in that position.

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