right goes to the workroom.'
'What's in the workroom?' Valenti asked.
'I don't know. Mr. Wilkins never let me in there.'
'You never let yourself in there?' Michael asked. 'I mean, you said you don't need a key to get into places.'
Kelli rolled her eyes at Michael in pure disgust. The effort was worthy of something Maria could deliver. Michael figured the ability must be a gender thing.
'No,' Kelli said. '1 respected his privacy.'
Valenti stepped toward the door. 'Somebody didn't. The lock's off the door.' He knelt and picked up a padlock from the garage floor. 'Let me see that light.'
Kelli stepped closer and handed the flashlight over.
Lifting the padlock, Valenti shone the flashlight beam over the mechanism. 'Doesn't appear to have been forced.'
'Maybe Wilkins forgot to lock it behind him,' Michael suggested.
'Mr. Wilkins never forgot something like that,' Kelli said. 'Whatever was in the workroom was important.'
'Was?' Michael asked.
'If the door is open,' Kelli said with major exasperation, 'you can bet that whatever was in there is gone now.'
'We'll see,' Valenti said. He kept the flashlight and took a fresh grip on the crowbar. Then he glanced at Michael. 'Keep her safe.'
Michael nodded, catching the young girl by the elbow and pulling her back. She fought against him, but he kept her moving toward the garage opening, not stopping till she was behind the Willis jeep.
'What do you think you're doing?' Kelli protested. She balled up her fists and shoved them into Michael's chest.
'Calm down,' Michael told her, grabbing her wrists so she couldn't hurt him.
'You can't just take my flashlight!' Kelli yelled.
Terrific, Michael thought. I could have stayed at the Crashdown for this. He glanced over his shoulder and watched as Valenti entered the workroom. The flashlight cut through the darkness.
'Hey,' Michael called, 'you want to go ahead and blow the all-clear before I get my brains beaten in?'
The light stayed in one spot for a time, then Valenti turned back toward the open doorway. 'You gotta see this to believe it.'
Before Michael could respond, he sensed the buildup of static electricity charging the air. A savage wind whipped out of nowhere, amping up the atmospheric disturbance.
Dust and grit whirled up from the garage's paved floor and stung his eyes.
Kelli screamed. No longer intent on freeing herself, she reached for Michael, grabbing his shirt and pulling herself into him.
Through the blinding haze, Michael saw the monstrous shape rise in the basement space behind Valenti.
'Liz.'
Drawn from the confused tangle of dreams and pain that her thoughts seemed to consist primarily of these days, Liz looked up and saw her dad standing before her. 'Yeah, Dad.'
Jeff Parker looked worn out. Tourist season was always hard, and demanded a lot of the whole family. 'Why don't you go on back to the Crashdown. The sheriff tells me he's not going to need to do any more questioning.'
'Is there anything Mom needs?' Liz pushed up from the chair.
Her dad sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 'If there is, I didn't even think to ask.'
'It's okay,' Liz said. 'I'll ask, then tell her you told me to.'
Her dad smiled. 'I appreciate that, Liz.'
'No prob,' Liz said. She was looking forward to being out of the hospital. 'Are you going to be okay?'
' Ill be fine,' her father assured her. 'Tell your mom I'll be home soon.'
Liz nodded, glancing across the waiting area, and saw Isabel and Max locked in a heavy conversation on the other side of the doorway that led to the vending machines. After Isabel had arrived a few minutes ago, she'd taken Max away to talk privately. Maybe some of the reason was because Max and Isabel didn't want to risk being overheard by Jeff Parker, but Liz was certain that part of the reason for the relocation was because Isabel and Max were trying to cut her out of their affairs.
Okay, Liz thought, maybe I'm being a little paranoid here. And didn't I just give Max the cold shoulder to a degree? I wasn't overly responsive to his attempts at conversation. She'd tried; she really had. But she just kept seeing Tess in her mind, kept hearing Tess's voice. And there were the images of Tess and Max together. She'd seen them together around school, but she'd never seen them intimate together. That didn't stop her mind from creating the images, though.
Jeff Parker's cell phone rang. He waved a final goodbye, and scooped the phone from his pocket.
A moment of indecision froze Liz. Wave good-bye? Or just go? She didn't know what was more acceptable with whatever relationship was left between them.
Then Max turned and glanced at her as if sensing she was about to leave. She gazed into his dark eyes, feeling herself drawn to him. Resisting the impulse to walk over to him, she waved and pointed toward the main entrance that led outside to the parking area.
Max checked his conversation with Isabel and came back to Liz. 'What's going on?' he asked.
'All done here,' Liz replied. 'Dad says I can go back to the Crashdown and see what needs doing there.'
Max hesitated a moment, and his discomfort was plain.
'I've got my car outside. I could give you a lift.'
'It's only a few blocks,' Liz replied, not wanting to interrupt the conversation between siblings that obviously wasn't meant for her. She felt a little guilt over the anger that beat through her.
'I don't mind,' Max said. 'I like the company.'
Uncertainty threaded through Liz. God, why does this have to be so hard? Either I want to be with him or I don't. But it wasn't that simple even though she wanted it to be. And worse, she knew the decision to be around Max in whatever capacity was never going to be simple or easy again.
Liz wanted to say no. She didn't need any more complications in her life. But then she realized that maybe her mom was talking to the ghost of her dead grandmother and the pod squad were the only ones who could see the 'ghosts.'
Instead she said, 'Okay,' and the answer wasn't as solid or convincing as either of them would have wanted.
Max opened the front doors, and the blast of furnace heat of Roswell on a June afternoon rolled into the emergency room waiting area. Before they could go outside, a hoarse scream ripped through the waiting area.
'That came from the back,' Liz said.
The scream was repeated, drawing the attention of everyone in the building. The nurses at the front desk abandoned their post and rushed to the back.
'Keep him away from me!' a man's hoarse voice screamed. 'Oh god, keep him away from me! He's dead! He's dead!
Max started back into the hospital. Liz followed at his heels.
'Somebody help me!' a different male voice roared.
Liz recognized the voice at once. She never broke stride, running a step behind Max. 'That's Kyle,' she said.
'I know,' Max replied. He rushed through the swinging doors that led to the care center.
Liz had been to the emergency room center before and recognized the room instantly. Beds lined both sides of the large, long room, and were given the illusion of isolation by the pale blue curtains hanging from tracked runners on the ceiling.
Kyle, one arm bare and bloody where his shirtsleeve had been cut away, held an old man in the bed next to his. The man looked like he was at least seventy, pale and wizened. Plastic tubing ran from IVs in both arms to bags hanging on either side of the bed.
