Chapter 84

Is this about the water supply?”

“I don’t know what it’s about,” I

grumble. “We’re prisoners here, you have no idea—”

Suddenly Ramsey has me by the arms, dragging

me back from the radio, out of the seat, away. “Hey!” I cry,

struggling, but it’s no use, he’s much stronger than me. Over the

radio, Shanley asks, “Neal? Are you still there? Prisoners?

What—”

Ellington clicks off the radio, breaking the

signal and cutting Shanley off in midsentence. “What the

hellis your problem?” I want to know. Ramsey has his arms

laced through mine, holding me back, but I strain against his grip,

let me at him,I think, trying to lunge at Ellington. “He

can helpyou! Only you’re too goddamn stubborn to see—”

“Ben,” Conlan starts, “he’s

right—”

Ellington whirls on his friend. “We

discussed this!” he cries, anger humming through him, it’s in the

way he motions with his arms, the muscle that begins to twitch in

his jaw. “I told you I didn’t want them interfering here, none of