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