My throat closes—he’s on the other
side of those tires and if I can just reach him, if I can just
touch him one more time, I’ll have him back again. Without waiting
for Nuri, I hurry to the fence.
“Hey!” Nuri calls out, a
low hiss in the still air. “Jace! Get your ass back
here!”
“I can’t.” My fingers
scrape along hot rubber as I throw the tires aside, trying to dig a
hole, someplace I can get through, somewhere I can see—
A hand falls on my shoulder, startling
me, and I whirl to find Nuri rolling his eyes at me. “This way,” he
says.
I nod as I follow him to a small
opening in the piles of rubbish. It’s just a tiny spot along the
ground where the tires don’t quite meet, but it’s a way in. “Jesus,
you’re a thick one,” he mutters. “You want them to hear you? You
want them to know we’re out here? Jesus Christ.”
Kneeling down, I push past him and
press against the fence, my fingers curling into the links in the