The Sentinels by Angela Hunt

Author:Angela Hunt
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FIC042060;FIC042020;FIC031070
ISBN: 9781441231338
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2017-03-11T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

8

So we sat through that dolphin show for nothing,” Brenda said, settling into one of my grandparents’ deck chairs. She held a sweating glass of lemonade, complete with a paper umbrella, which I’d added as a festive touch. Brenda probably thought I was silly and frivolous, but I was only trying to keep her happy. If we were going to learn anything, we needed to cooperate.

“The trip wasn’t a total washout,” I insisted.

“Yeah, I got to see Winter the Dolphin,” Tank said, grinning as he carefully lowered himself into one of the wooden deck chairs. “Man, he’s a real inspiration, you know? I know athletes who get hurt and think they’re gonna be benched forever, but if a big fish like that can lose his tail and find a way to stay in the game—”

“Your toe’s gonna heal, big guy,” Brenda interrupted as she fished a pack of cigarettes out of her purse. “Don’t worry, you’ll play football again.”

“And it’s a mammal, not a big fish,” the professor added. He tilted his head. “By the way, Tank, I seem to recall that you . . . did something to my leg when we first met. It was injured, but you touched it and then it wasn’t injured any more.”

Tank shrugged as a flush began to creep up from his collar. “Sometimes I can help.”

“So why”—the beginning of a smile quirked the professor’s mouth—“haven’t you been able to repair your broken toe?”

Tank’s flush deepened until the tip of his nose was glowing like Rudolph’s. “Um . . . sometimes it doesn’t work. So when I couldn’t fix it, the team doc taped my toes together and told me to make the best of it.”

“You’re a good sport.” The professor lifted his glass in a mock salute. “Here’s to hobbling with dignity.”

I looked at Daniel to see if he would smile or say something about the dolphin show, but he sat on the deck steps next to Abby. Both were staring out at the beach, their heads cocked at identical angles.

The sight sent the memory of my dream rushing through me, shivering my skin. But this was reality, and everything was okay. Abby wasn’t growling.

“I know,” Brenda said, exhaling cigarette smoke as she followed my gaze. “They look cute sitting together like that. I can’t figure out if Daniel is copyin’ the dog, or if the dog is copyin’ Daniel.”

I leaned forward to study the pair. When Daniel moved his head to the right, Abby did, too, almost as if they were connected by a string. “I don’t know, either,” I whispered. “But it is amazing, the way they mirror each other.”

“You have to admit, Andi,” the professor said, his tone flat and matter-of-fact, “Dr. Mathis was no help today.”

“I think he was quite helpful.” I straightened. “He gave us another piece of the puzzle, don’t you see? He’s dealing with bizarre animal die-offs, too, and he even gave us a term for an active location—a hotspot. For some reason, part of

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