Tres Navarre Book 7 - Rebel Island by Rick Riordan

Author:Rick Riordan [Riordan, Rick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Hard-Boiled, Mystery & Detective
ISBN: 9780553904109
Google: MwecWt4ZbBAC
Amazon: B000VSW7U2
Publisher: Bantam
Published: 2007-08-28T07:00:00+00:00

22

Ty missed his gun. Markie pushed him onto the bed and said, “Stay,” like he was a dog. Ty wanted to shoot him.

Chase glared down at him. “You’re worthless, man. Fucking worthless.”

Ty’s head still ached from where Markie had sapped him. His vision was blurry and he wasn’t sure exactly what drugs they’d given him. His claustrophobia was still smothering him—hot and heavy like an extra skin—but it was muted now. His nerves felt deadened.

“I’m sorry,” he lied, trying to save himself another beating.

Markie cursed. “You belong in the freezer with Chris, dude.”

“Don’t say that. I panicked, is all.”

“Enough,” Chase said. “This isn’t helping.”

Chase was still dressed in his dark clothes—his night run clothes. He paced at the foot of the bed, rubbing his knuckles.

Ty wished he had his target pistol, and not just because he wanted to shoot them. The gun calmed him down. He only felt truly at peace at the firing range, standing behind the cinder-block partition on a cold winter morning, pistol in his hands. When he fired at targets, he had no anxiety. His hands didn’t shake and his skin didn’t feel too heavy. He didn’t need pills. His fear and anger were compressed into the barrel of the gun and fired right out of him, at least for a while.

If he could just live on the firing range, life would be okay. But he always had to return to the narrow hallways and the cramped dorm rooms of Jester Hall. The crowds pressed in on him. Even the auditorium classes were too small. He couldn’t concentrate on lessons. He watched the ceiling, sure it was going to cave in and bury him alive. He would long for home—the ranch back in Del Rio, where he’d never had any problem with small places and crowds. But he couldn’t go back home. His father would never allow it. And so he’d found other ways to cope. And that had led him to Chase and Markie.

“What do we do now?” Markie asked.

Chase picked up an empty tequila bottle from the dresser. “We try again.”

“Gonna be hard,” Markie said.

“We’ve got no choice. Unless you want to end up like Chris.”

Markie’s face paled. “Bastard deserved it, after the shit he tried to pull.”

On that, at least, Ty agreed. Chris was better off dead. It was his fault they might not make it off the island alive. God, Ty wished he had taken the boat. He should’ve been faster. He shouldn’t have listened to Navarre.

“We’ll stay low for a while,” Chase decided. “But be ready. We see an opportunity, we go.”

Ty’s stomach churned. He resented Navarre for keeping him here. He wanted to kill the guy. But at the same time…he seemed smart. He wasn’t afraid of Markie or Chase. If there was a way to stop them, or make it so Ty didn’t have to share their fate, Navarre might know how.

“I’m gonna be sick,” Ty muttered.

Chase looked at him with disgust. “Not in my room, you’re not.”

“I got my medicine next door,” Ty said meekly.

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