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“Where mommy-n-daddy, Rachie?”
    He sounds like he’s two again , Rachel thought, and for maybe the first time in her life, she felt something other than irritation (or, when extremely tried by his behavior, outright hate) for her baby brother. She didn’t think this new feeling was love. She thought it was something even bigger. Her mom hadn’t been able to say anything in the end, but if she’d had time, Rachel knew what it would have been: take care of Blakie .
    He was thrashing in his car seat. He knew how to undo the straps, but in his panic had forgotten how.
    Rachel opened her seat belt, slid out of her booster seat, and tried to do it for him. One of his flailing hands caught her cheek and administered a ringing slap. Under normal circumstances that would have earned him a hard punch on the shoulder (and a time-out in her room, where she would have sat staring at the wall in a boiling fugue of fury), but now she just grabbed his hand and held it down.
    “Stop it! Let me help you! I can get you out, but not if you do that!”
    He stopped thrashing, but kept on crying. “Where Daddy? Where Mommy? I want Mommy!”
    I want her too, asshole , Rachel thought, and undid the car seat straps. “We’re going to get out now, and we’re going to . . .”
    What? They were going to what? Go up to the restaurant? It was closed, that was why there were orange barrels. That was why the gas pumps in front of the gas station part were gone and there was grass poking out of the empty parking lot.
    “We’re going to get away from here,” she finished.
    She got out of the car and went around to Blakie’s side. She opened his door but he just looked at her, eyes brimming. “I can’t get out, Rachie, I’ll fall.”
    Don’t be such a scaredy-baby , she almost said, then didn’t. This wasn’t the time for that. He was upset enough. She opened her arms and said, “Slide. I’ll catch you.”
    He looked at her doubtfully, then slid. Rachel did catch him, but he was heavier than he looked, and they both went sprawling. She got the worst of it because she was on the bottom, but Blakie bumped his head and scraped one hand and began to bawl loudly, this time in pain instead of fear.
    “Stop it,” she said, and wriggled out from under him. “Put on your man-pants, Blakie.”
    “H-Huh?”
    She didn’t answer. She was looking at the two phones lying beside the terrible station wagon. One of them looked broken, but the other—
    Rachel edged toward it on her hands and knees, never taking her eyes off the car into which their father and mother had disappeared with terrifying suddenness. As she was reaching toward the good phone, Blakie walked past her toward the station wagon, holding out his scraped hand.
    “Mom? Mommy? Come out! I hurted myself. You have to come out n kiss it bet—”
    “ Stop right where you are, Blake Lussier .”
    Carla would have been proud; it was her she-who-must-be-obeyed voice at its most forbidding. And it worked. Blake stopped four feet from the side of the station wagon.
    “But I want Mommy ! I want Mommy , Rachie!”
    She grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the car. “Not now. Help me work this thing.” She knew perfectly well how to work the phone, but she had to distract him.
    “Gimme, I can do it! Gimme, Rache!”
    She passed it over, and while he examined the buttons, she got up, took him by the back of his Wolverine tee-shirt, and pulled him back three steps. Blake hardly noticed. He found the power button of Julie Vernon’s cell phone and pushed it. The phone beeped. Rachel took it from him, and for once in his dopey little-kid life, Blakie didn’t protest.
    She had listened carefully when McGruff the Crime Dog came to talk to them at school (although she knew perfectly well it was only a guy in a McGruff suit), and she did not hesitate now. She punched in 911 and put the phone to her ear. It rang once, then was picked up.
    “Hello? My name is Rachel Ann Lussier,