Dizzily, Luke raised his head and listened halfheartedly.
'When you logged into that chat room,' Jen's father said, 'a buzzer went off in a room in Population Police headquarters. They're monitoring the chat room very closely-they found it after the rally. I've managed to…uh, cover up things about Jen, but they'll trace your message back to our computer. The Population Police are backlogged right now, following leads from the rally, so I should have a day or two to come up with a plausible- sounding explanation. But if they investigate too carefully, you may be in danger.'
'More than usual?' Luke said sarcastically.
Jen's dad took the question seriously.
'Yes. They will begin actively looking for you. They'll search every house around this one. It wouldn't take them long to find you.'
A chill ran down Luke's spine. So he would die, just like Jen. Or not like her-she had gone bravely. He would be caught like a mouse in its hole.
'But if you'll let me,' Jen's dad continued, 'I can get you a fake I.D. You can be miles away before they come looking.'
'You would do that for me?' Luke asked. 'Why?'
'Because of Jen.'
'But-how?'
'I have connections. You see'-Jen's dad hesitated-'I work for the Population Police.'
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Luke began screaming and couldn't stop. Suddenly his brain didn't seem to have any control whatsoever over what his body did. He felt his legs spring up and propel him toward Jen's dad. He saw his own hand grab for the gun and wrestle it away. He heard a voice he barely recognized as his own scream, again and again, 'No! No! No!'
'Stop!' Jen's dad yelled. 'Stop, you little fool, before you get us both killed-'
Somehow, the gun was in Luke's hand. Jen's dad lunged at him, and Luke could picture Jen's dad tackling him, just as Jen had tackled him all those months ago. But this time Luke stepped to the side at the last moment, and Jen's dad crashed uselessly into the far wall. Luke pointed the gun at him and struggled to hold it steady.
Jen's dad turned around slowly.
'You can shoot me,' he said, holding his hands helplessly up in the air. 'I might even welcome the chance to stop missing Jen. But it would be a mistake. I swear to you, in the name of everything that's sacred-in Jen's name- I'm on your side.'
Jen's dad stared into Luke's eyes, waiting. Luke felt a surge of pride that he'd gotten the upper hand, that he had earned the right to decide what happened next. But how could he know what was right? Surely Jen's own father wouldn't lie in her name. Would he?
Luke squeezed his eyes shut. Then he lowered the gun to his side.
'Good,' Jen's dad said, audibly releasing his breath.
Luke let Jen's dad walk toward him, gently take the gun, and lay it on the desk.
'I was going to explain,' Jen's dad said, panting a little. He sat down. 'I only work at Population Police headquarters. I don't agree with what they do. I try to sabotage them as much as I can. Jen never understood, either- sometimes you have to work from inside enemy lines.'
Jen's dad talked and talked and talked. Luke thought he was repeating everything he said two or three times, but that was okay, because Luke's brain was functioning so slowly, he needed the extra help.
'Do you know much history?' Jen's dad asked.
Luke tried to remember if there were any history books among his family's collection in the attic. Did adventure stories of long ago count?
'Just-' He cleared his throat 'Just from the books Jen loaned me.'
'Which ones?'
Luke pointed to the ones on the shelves above the computer.
'And she gave me some articles, printouts from the computer.'
Jen's dad nodded. 'So you got the propaganda from both sides,' he said. 'No truth.'
'What do you mean?' Luke asked.
'The Government publications are trying to convince people of one thing, so they stretch the facts. And the underground is just as extreme in its own way, making statistics match their cause. So you know nothing.'
'Jen said the stuff from the computer was true,' Luke said defensively. Just saying her name made him wince. And now she was dead. How could she be dead?
Jen's dad waved that away impatiently.
'She believed what she wanted to. But I'm afraid-' He stopped, and Luke was afraid Jen's dad might start crying again. Then he swallowed hard and went on. 'I'm afraid I encouraged her. I passed along some slanted information. I wanted to give her hope that someday the Population Law would be repealed. I didn't know she'd… she'd…'
Luke knew he wouldn't be able to bear seeing Jen's dad break down again.
'So what should I know?' Luke asked. 'What is the truth?'
'The truth,' Jen's dad muttered, catching onto those two words as though Luke had thrown him a lifeline. He recovered himself quickly. 'Nobody really knows. There have been too many lies for too long. Our Government is totalitarian, and totalitarian governments never like truth.'
That made no sense to Luke, but he let Jen's dad go on talking.
'You know about the famines?'
Luke nodded.
'Before that, our country believed in freedom and democracy and equality for all. Then the famines came, and the government was overthrown. There were riots in every city, over food, and many, many people were killed. When General Sherwood came to power, he promised law and order and food for all. By then, that was all the people wanted. And all they got.'
Luke squinted, trying to understand. This was grownup talk, pure and simple. No, it was worse than the grown-up talk he was used to, because all his parents ever talked about was the corn harvest and bills and the likelihood of frost at the end of May. Those Luke understood. Governments being overthrown, cities rioting-they were beyond his comprehension.
'Barons got more,' he blurted, then blushed because it sounded so rude.
Jen's dad laughed. 'True. You noticed. I know it's not fair, and I'm not proud of it, but… Government officials made a conscious decision to allow one class of people to have special privileges-Jen probably introduced you to junk food, didn't she?'
Luke nodded.
'That's a good example. Officially, it' s illegal, but no one ever got arrested for supplying Barons with junk food. Which is mighty convenient, considering that all the powerful Government officials are Barons.' The cynicism in his voice sounded so much like Jen that Luke almost gave in to grief again. But he forced himself to focus on what Jen's dad was saying.
The Government justifies keeping everyone else in poverty because people seem to work the hardest when they're right on the edge of survival,' he continued. The Government does try to make sure that most people-the ones who cooperate-do survive. If you've heard your parents talking about other farmers, you'll know that nobody loses their farms anymore. But, also, nobody ever makes enough to live comfortably.'
Luke thought about his parents' constant worries about money. Was it all unnecessary? Were they just being manipulated? He felt a spark of anger, but buried that, too, because he had other questions.
'But even Barons have to follow the Population Law,' he said. 'Is that because'-he gulped-'because it's necessary? Were there too many people? Are there?'
'Probably not,' Jen's dad said. 'If food had been distributed fairly… if people hadn't panicked… if we'd had good leaders being honest about the need for everyone's cooperation… we could have survived the crisis without curtailing anyone's rights. And now-it shouldn't be a problem if some people choose to have three or four kids, as
