Page 70 of Hell Breaks Loose

“Hi. Yep. You’re sitting in my room. Watching me sleep. Super not creepy.”

“Needed to talk to you. Privately.”

“Before coffee? This must be good news,” I grumble, sitting up and letting the covers slip away.

The flimsy slip doesn’t offer much in the way of coverage. And it absolutely makes Sing flick his eyes up toward the ceiling.

Ha. Finally found his true weakness.

Impropriety.

“We made noise.”

“And?”

“We got an answer. Several. A few of our crews got attacked while helping dig out an old well for some families in the woods.”

“The psychos?”

“Yep. They fought them off but had a tough time leading them away and not straight back here.”

“Peachy. Have we found out anything about what the hell they’re on?”

“New drug called Devo. Not much else.”

“And the citizens? What’s the response?”

“Most are holed up, full lockdown. Armed and guarded.”

“So none of them wanted a helping hand.”

“Oh, they seem to have already been getting one.”

“The Block?”

Sing tilts his head. “Bringing me to my next point. They’re on their way here.”

“What?!” I kick off the covers, dashing for the closet. “Dammit, Singalong! Lead with that next time!”

Tearing through my clothes, I’m about to hike up my gown when he pops up, making a line for the door.

“Coward! They’re just boobs! Tell Margaret to make tea!”

A few minutes and a wrestling match involving my hair and a straightener, two thousand bobby pins, and a can of hairspray, I’m sitting in my office, fidgeting with a pen.

Feels strange to say ‘my office’.

Especially when ‘my office’ should be the room in Evan’s space. When it should be the office in my dad’s secret base.

None of this should have?—

Stop.

Shaking my head, I compose myself. Gotta get out of my head.

And thinking of my father’s secret home…

Concocting a plan for how to go check it out has been a bust so far. I convinced Sing to take me to the old house in the woods so I could keep up pretenses that I was looking for clues in good faith with Marco.

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