Dead City by James Ponti

Author:James Ponti
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aladdin

How to Set a Trap

Try to relax,” Alex said as we followed the brick pathway that wraps around Roosevelt Island.

I was just about to lie and tell him I was relaxed when I realized he wasn’t talking to me. I was so caught up in my excitement, I hadn’t noticed that Natalie’s hands were clenched into nervous fists or that she was taking long, fast strides like an Olympic speed walker.

“I am relaxed,” she snapped in a voice so tense that Grayson actually laughed.

That’s when it dawned on me that in addition to this being my first assignment as an Omega, it was also Natalie’s first one as a team leader. Even though Alex is older, both he and Grayson had insisted that she take the position when the team’s previous leader graduated last year.

“I’m serious,” Alex said as he put a friendly hand on her shoulder. “We picked you for a reason. You’re going to do great, but you need to relax.”

She started to disagree again but caught herself and took a deep breath instead. She stayed quiet for a moment before she managed to smile and say, “Thanks.”

I had never seen Natalie flustered before. You could tell her mind was racing in a million different directions.

“We’re just supposed to do research at the crime scene, right?” Grayson said. “That should be easy enough.”

“It should be,” she said, thinking something over. “But I’m worried it might be a trap.”

Both boys stopped for a moment to consider this.

“What makes you think that?” I asked.

“Whoever positioned those bodies into a giant Omega knows we have to come check it out,” she explained. “Maybe the whole point is just to get us out there so that they can see who we are and figure out our identities.”

“So while we think we’re spying on them . . .” Alex started.

“They’re actually spying on us,” finished Natalie.

“Hadn’t thought of that,” Grayson said, impressed.

Alex smiled at her. “See what I mean? That’s why we picked you. You’re brilliant.”

We stopped talking for a moment as we walked past a couple of old men who were casting their fishing lines into the East River. Then we rounded the corner, and the crime scene came into view.

We were right on the edge of a park that overlooked the water. On the other side of the park was an old wooden farmhouse that was now some sort of history museum. (I’d walked past it a million times and never paid any attention.) In the grass right in front of the house’s porch, yellow police tape marked the area where the bodies had been found.

Needless to say, the discovery of three dead bodies in a public park had attracted a crowd. In addition to the police, there was a television news crew and some pockets of people who’d been passing by and stopped to find out what was going on.

“The crowd’s good,” Natalie said. “It should help us blend in.”

“But what if it is a trap?” asked Grayson. “What should

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