Dead City 02 - Blue Moon by Ponti James

Author:Ponti, James [Ponti, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Retail, YA 09+
ISBN: 9781442441316
Google: 5ehascnKIZsC
Amazon: B005C6FDFE
Goodreads: 18870516
Publisher: Aladdin
Published: 2013-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

I Love a Parade . . . I Just Don’t Like Watching from the Twelfth Floor

At the risk of sounding like a really bad word problem, I’m going to give you some impressive numbers. This year, more than ten thousand people marched in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. They sang, danced, and clowned as they waved from twenty-five different floats, performed in twelve different marching bands, and held ropes that kept fifteen giant balloons from floating away. Literally, millions of people stood in forty-five-degree weather to watch it in person. And while most of the people were bundled up and jammed together along the sidewalk, four watched from the comfort of the balcony in Natalie’s apartment.

Okay, technically only three watched it from the balcony and one watched on the TV in Natalie’s living room, but I could see some of the balloons as they floated by her window, so that should count for something.

“You’re missing all the best stuff,” Alex said, oohing and ahhing in a lame attempt to lure me out.

“I’m not missing anything,” I replied, pointing at the TV. “When you watch in HD, it’s like you’re really there.”

Grayson gave me a look. “But we are really there.”

I ignored him.

“I thought you were over your whole fear-of-heights thing,” Natalie said.

“I’m up here on the twelfth floor, aren’t I?” I pointed out. “I don’t see any reason to push my luck and dangle from the ledge of the building.”

“It’s a balcony, not a ledge,” Grayson said. “There’s kind of a huge difference.”

“Just keep looking for Ulysses, okay?” I said.

Ulysses Blackwell was the reason we had gotten up early, fought our way through the crowds on the subway, and met up at Natalie’s on a day we should have slept in. According to Liberty, the parade was scheduled to be his Verify. That meant Ulysses was one of the ten thousand participants. So, while the millions of other spectators kept a lookout for their favorite inflatable cartoon characters, we were trying to get a glimpse of an undead banker last photographed wearing an ugly polyester suit in the 1970s.

It was all the more important because Liberty thought there was a good chance that Ulysses might become the next mayor of Dead City. He had a lot of money and power, and that made him a logical choice to replace Marek.

“Would you guys mind sliding that door shut?” I asked as I wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. “It’s getting kind of chilly in here.”

Their only response was to open it even more.

“Thanks a lot,” I said sarcastically.

With its location overlooking Central Park West, Natalie’s apartment was in the perfect spot to see the start of the parade. And while the twelfth floor is a little high to see faces clearly, the balcony let us set up a whole viewing station with a telescope, two pairs of binoculars, and a fancy camera on a tripod with a telephoto lens. (And by us, of course, I mean the three of them while I offered encouragement from inside.

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