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Trust Me

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Melinda Metz

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Chapter 1

Rae Voight hurried down the long hallway leading to Oakvale Institute’s group therapy room on Wednesday
afternoon. She tried to breathe mostly through her mouth because the smell of the industrial cleaner they used on
the linoleum floor brought back memories of being in the mental hospital. Not even memories, exactly. It was more
like the harsh smell transported her right back into the hospital, back into her room with her silent roommate, back
to taking pills from little white accordion-pleated cups, back to feeling like she was free falling into insanity.

But now you know you’re not insane, she told herself. She was a fingerprint reader-she touched a print, she got a
thought from the person who left it. Weird. Spooky. Freakish. But not insane. She pulled in another mouth breath,
the chemicals sour on her tongue. Next time I’m bringing gum, she thought.

Footsteps pounded down the hall behind her, coming right at her. Rae whirled around, her heart rate already
doubling. At any time the person who’d tried to kill her in this very building could decide to try again. She was stupid
to let her guard down for even a second. She stiffened, ready to run-or just scream really loudly-but then she saw
Anthony Fascinelli, and her pulse immediately slowed back down.

“Charging after a girl who’s already had one assassination attempt on her isn’t the smartest…” Rae’s words trailed
off as she took in Anthony’s expression. His mouth was tight, and his dark eyes were practically crazed with fear.

Anthony wasn’t a guy who looked scared very often.

“What?” Rae demanded, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist.

“I just got a call from Anna, my little sister,” Anthony said. His voice came out husky, and he cleared his throat.

Then cleared it again.

Rae wanted to grab him and shake him-shake the words out of him. Instead she pulled in a deep breath and
waited.

“She said that Zack ran away,” Anthony finally continued. “He left a note. But what if he-”

“What if he got snatched, the way Jesse did?” Rae finished for him. Oh God, no. No. This couldn’t be happening
again. She and Anthony had managed to rescue Jesse Beven-a kid in their group who was pretty much Anthony’s
honorary little brother. But he’d been in bad shape. If it had taken them a few more days to find out where he was
being held… even thinking about it made Rae feel like her stomach was filled with worms. Live ones.

“Yeah. What if he did,” Anthony answered. “I need you.” He shoved his hands through his sandy brown hair. “I
need you to do your fingerprint thing,” he added quickly.

“I’m there.” Rae was already heading back out of the institute, Anthony right behind her. She wanted to run, just
tear down the hall, but that was the best way to get stopped and asked a bunch of questions. She forced herself to
keep her pace to a fast walk.
Maybe Zack did just run away,
she thought frantically. She tried to remember how old
Anthony’s brother was. About fifteen. Kids that age ran away all the time.
And if he ran, we’ll have him back today,

she promised herself.

But if he was snatched…

“Why doesn’t whoever the hell is doing this just take me?” Rae exploded as she climbed into Anthony’s mom’s
Hyundai and slammed the door. “Whoever took Jesse did it just to test me. If they still want to know more, why
won’t they just take me? Why go after Zack or anybody else?” She swallowed, feeling the mixture of fear and guilt
rise up inside her. “It’s not like they don’t know where to find me,” she added, tugging her jacket tighter around her.

“I mean, they bugged your car, they’re taking photos of me wherever I go-”

Rae shot a glance at Anthony as he pulled out of the parking lot, noticing his lethal grip on the steering wheel.

Even through his T-shirt she could see how bunched the muscles in his shoulders were. She was just making
things worse. She was being antihelp.

“But we don’t know anyone took him. We should just wait and see,” she added lamely. Anthony gave a grunt in
response. It was clear he had no interest in talking, so Rae clamped her teeth together to prevent any nervous
chattering and stared out the window as he drove.

Her teeth squeaked against each other as she tightened her jaw until the muscles ached.
This is my fault. This is

all my fault,
she thought.
Anytime anyone gets close to me, something bad happens to them.
Not even that close.

She’d never even met Anthony’s brother, and now because of her-You don’t know that, she told herself. But in her gut she didn’t believe it. She knew she was dangerous. She
should go live in a cave somewhere, survive on berries and nuts. Except then her new little friends, the bunnies and
the bluebirds and the cute baby deer, they’d start disappearing. Pipe bombs would show up in the trees and-

Give it up,
Rae ordered herself.
You can have a pity party-with balloons, cake, and a clown-later. After Zack is safe.

“This is my street,” Anthony announced as he made a left turn onto a block filled with small houses crammed
together. It wasn’t hard to figure out which of the houses was Anthony’s. A girl and two boys stood on the small
front lawn. They ran to the curb when they saw Anthony driving toward them.

The second Anthony stepped out of the car, the girl-Anna, who was nine, if Rae remembered right-rushed over to
him, towing the littler boy-Carl, it had to be, since he was the youngest-behind her. She pulled a folded piece of
paper out of the pocket of her denim jacket, a jacket that was almost a miniature copy of Anthony’s. “I found this in
his room,” Anna announced, thrusting the paper at him. “You’ve got to do something. Tom’s going to go ballistic.”

Tom as in Anthony’s stepfather. Rae knew he was Carl’s natural father, and she thought Anna’s, too, although she
hadn’t quite mastered the intricacies of Anthony’s family.

“No one’s going ballistic,” Anthony answered. He unfolded the letter and read it slowly, his jaw muscles tightening.

Rae realized how much his reading problem must be getting to him right now, when he needed the information fast.

He finally finished and passed the note to her, and she saw his fingers were trembling. So were hers. She ignored
the questions the kids were hurling at Anthony and quickly scanned the page. It was short, with the usual words-the
expected
words. Zack couldn’t deal anymore, so he was leaving. They shouldn’t look for him. It sounded like a kid
who was running away.
Or like someone wants us to think he ran away,
Rae couldn’t help adding in her head. There
was nothing personal, nothing specific. Anyone could have made up this note.

She shook her head. It was time to let her fingertips do their work.

Rae’s throat went dry with fear. Anna’s fear. She moved her fingers a little lower.
Nothing I need here
can all piss
off/

The back of Rae’s neck flushed as Zack’s anger jolted through her. Followed by her own relief. Zack had run. No
one else was involved.

Okay, Zack, tell me where you are, Rae thought, letting out a deep breath. She ran her fingers lightly down the
page. She picked up some more fear from Anna, a mix of fear and anger from Anthony, then she got another blast of
pungent Zack.

/can’t stand/Tom is such a/can crash in Todd’s shed/

Got you,
she thought. She handed the note back to Anthony. “Why don’t we drive around a little?” she asked,
since she couldn’t exactly blurt out in front of Anthony’s brothers and sister that she knew exactly where Zack was.

“I bet you know a bunch of his usual spots.”

“I’m coming with you,” the older of the two boys-Danny-announced. Rae’s lips twitched. Danny didn’t look
anything like Anthony-he had longish curly blond hair and blue eyes-but his attitude was clearly something he’d
picked up from his big brother. Even his tough-guy stance, feet planted apart, reminded her of Anthony.

“You are staying here,” Anthony shot back. “All of you,” he added before Anna or Carl could get in some begging
time. “If Zack gets back before I do, you three sit on him, okay?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He climbed back in the car and slammed the door. Rae scrambled in the passenger
side, shut the door, and fastened her seat belt.

“He really did run away,” she told him. “He’s all right.” She watched as Anthony’s whole face relaxed, the terror
easing out of his expression.

“So where is he?” he asked.

“You know a friend of his named Todd?” she replied.

Anthony nodded, already pulling back onto the street.

“Did you get any idea why?” Anthony asked Rae after they’d gotten some distance from his house. He hadn’t
trusted himself to speak for a little while there, afraid he’d go all mushy on her for letting him know his brother
wasn’t in danger.

“Not much,” she answered. “A little burst of anger at Tom.”

Anthony snorted. “Big freakin’ surprise.”

“Did they have a fight recently?” Out of the corner of his eye Anthony saw Rae adjusting her glittery dragonfly hair
clip. He didn’t know why she bothered to wear those things. They pretty much got lost in all that curly red-brown
hair of hers.

“Recently?” Anthony repeated. “Would you call breakfast recently? Or last night? Or last weekend?”

“That bad, huh?” Rae let out a long sigh.

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