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Kronos.
    His cousin is still with us.
    You know who all these people are? We know everything, Chloe said.
    But how can you know so much and still survive? Marcel told us the plan the night it happened, Mrs.
    Pappas said.
    The girl was supposed to have been seen by people in the underground who knew her, but it was just a rumor.
    Everything seemed to add up.
    Help from the Tribulation Force, a military man, an operative from America, on his way back from the operation in Israel.
    But how did you learn what had happened? What did you do when Mr.
    Miklos and Mr. Kronos did not check back in? We went looking, Costas said, his lips quivering.
    Chloe had thought him a bumbling lookout, then an angry young man.
    But he had to be brave, she decided, to live as he did.
    This softness touched her.
    We knew the plan.
    We never found the stones at the side of the road.
    They had either been run over or brushed away.
    But those animals left that car right where it stopped, not .
    far from there, in plain sight.
    But surely they were watching it, Hannah said, lying in wait for you.
    We were sure of that, the boy said.
    We drove past quickly, trying to appear as if we were not even looking.
    But we know K’s car.
    It was just a few meters off the road the lights gone dim, the engine off, a door open.
    We were desperate to search it, to find out what happened, but we didn’t want to be stupid.
    And so .
    We waited.
    We had to.

    There was no way to know when they would tire of waiting for someone to come, but after a few days, we could not stand not knowing anymore.
    Kronos’s cousin lent us a four-wheel-drive truck, and from topography maps we plotted a way to get to the car from the fields rather than the road.
    We did it after midnight, slowly making our way from tiny trails through thick woods to the open, rocky plain.
    Cousin Kronos drove, and two others and I walked ahead in dark clothes to be sure no one saw or heard.
    It had to be three in the morning before we had brought the truck as close as we dared.
    We could not see Kronos’s car yet, but we knew where it was.
    When we crawled over a rise where we There is no longer money for streetlights, and the battery in the car had long since died.
    There was no moon and we didn’t dare use our flashlights, so nothing illuminated the car.
    If the GC were waiting to ambush us, they would not have thought of our coming the hard way, especially that far.
    We were almost upon the car when we finally saw it in the darkness.
    We listened and watched and even fanned out to see if we could hear any GC.
    Then we felt in the car and found the bodies.
    Maybe we were foolish, but we dared shine our lights, just seconds at a time, our bodies hiding most of the light.
    Costas quivered at the memory and broke down.
    He struggled to be understood.
    All three of them, he managed.
    Shot.
    Marcel in the face.
    Back of his head gone.
    We had to work to pull him from under the dashboard.
    K took one in the neck from behind.
    Probably cut his spinal cord.
    Laslos in the forehead.
    No sign of the American? Costas shook his head.
    We dragged the bodies, one by one, all the way back to the truck.
    They stank and were stiff.
    It was awful.
    My friend, who was studying criminology before all of this, determined that whoever shot them was probably in the car with them.
    We also found Marcel’s bag, one we had given him.
    It was under Laslos’s body, covered with his blood.
    It still had a change of clothes and food in it.
    We do not know what happened to the American.
    Chloe told him and his mother what Steve Plank had reported, that the GC boasted the successful thwart of an escape attempt.
    ‘There was an impostor for the girl and for our man.
    Something went wrong and all this resulted.
    The American is alive? Mrs. P. said.
    Chloe nodded.
    Being held somewhere.
    They’re probably trying to break him for information, but he’s well trained.
    We’re more worried he will get himself killed for not