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.She dragged Henry up to Fifty-seventh for a late-afternoon snack—totally tricky with the veil.After that Henry informed her that it was time to go.Bummer.As they waited for the car—Henry had been adamant about using it instead of a cab for the short trip—Dawn saw a scruffy-looking man pasting a Day-Glo orange flyer on a nearby wall.The bold black letters caught her eye.HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?She stepped closer and saw someone was offering a five-thousand-dollar reward.It listed an 800 number.And then she saw the name: DAWN PICKERING.And then she saw the picture: hers.“Oh, my God!”The guy turned and gave her a quick up-and-down inspection.He had scraggly hair and needed a shave.He squinted at her, scowling.A button in his shirt read, ASK ME ABOUT THE KICKER EVOLUTION.“Yo.You mean, ‘Oh, my Allah,’ right?”Fighting waves of shock and nausea, Dawn pointed a trembling finger at the flyer.“Wh-who’s looking for that girl?”The guy’s eyes narrowed.“Why? You know her?”With no thought on her part, a reply leaped from her lips.“No.No, of course not.It’s just…” Think, Dawn.“Was she… was she like kidnapped or something?”“Or something.All we know is she’s gone.She’s out there alone and afraid and we want to help her.”That sounded memorized.“Who’s ‘we’?”“Why, the Kickers, of course.” He held up the back of his hand to show her the little stick figure tattooed on the thumb web.“We’re out here just doing our part.”Dawn stifled a gasp.Jerry had had one of those.“What are you going to do when you find her?”“Return her to her home and protect her.”“From what?”“From anything that wants to hurt her and her baby.”Her baby…Dawn felt the sidewalk tilt under her.She swayed.The guy stared at her, his expression suspicious.“You okay?” He reached toward her veil.“Let’s see what you look like under that.”Suddenly he was sailing backward.He slammed against the fender of a parked car.“You will not touch her, sir.” Henry’s voice.The Kicker’s face twisted into a snarl, then relaxed into a sneer when he looked up and saw Henry.“Not like I care ‘bout no Mohammed-humping ho anyhow.”Dawn would never have guessed Henry had such strength.He hid it well.As the Kicker started to turn away, Henry pointed to the stack of flyers in his backpack.“May I have one of those?”The man hesitated, squinting at them, then handed over half a dozen.“Sure.Spread ‘em around.The more people see ‘em, the quicker we find her.”Still dazed, Dawn felt Henry grip her arm and lead her to the car.He ushered her into the backseat, closed the door after her, and soon they were rolling.Through the rear window she saw the Kicker writing something on the back of one of his flyers.They headed east, then uptown on Madison.And everywhere she looked she saw the flyers.She’d taken passing notice of them on the way to the store, but flyers were so common around the city, especially around construction sites, that she’d paid them no mind.But now, knowing what they said, each flash of orange was a cramp in her gut.Forcing herself to move, she leaned over the back of the front seat and retrieved one of the flyers.She stared at it.Where had they got this picture? She didn’t remember it.It looked fairly recent, but before she’d lost the weight.“Do you see?” Henry said.“This is why the Master does not want you out.Now do you understand?”She waggled the flyer.“About these?”“Yes.They mean far more than just one man is looking for you.There’s a whole network of people.And through these flyers and the reward they’re offering, they’re enlisting a host of allies.You simply cannot show your face in public.”Dawn stared at the flyer.“I need to call this number.”“I do not believe that would be wise.”“Just stop at a pay phone.No one will know it’s me.” She had to call.She just had to.“Please, Henry.”For a moment he said nothing.Then, without taking his eyes off the street, he offered a cell phone over his shoulder.“Use this.It’s safe.But be very careful what you say.”Her throat tightened at his unexpected gesture.“Thank you, Henry.You’re a friend.And I’ll be very careful.”Her finger trembled as she punched in the number.A male voice answered on the second ring.“Dawn hot line.”Dawn hot line… oh, God.“Hel—” She swallowed.“Hello? I’m calling about the girl on the flyer.”“You think you’ve spotted her, right?” His tone was like, Yeah-yeah, tell me another one.“Where’d you see her?”“You don’t sound like you believe me.”He sighed.“Sorry.We’ve had so many false leads and—”“Who are you people and why are you looking for her? I mean, you’re not the police, so—”“We’re private, and we’ve taken an interest in her case… her disappearance [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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