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breakup, he would have suspected that she was jealous. Even though Amanda had made it pretty clear that she only wanted to be friends, her mouth always got tight whenever he talked about Noa.
    “So what’s the canyon?” she asked again.
    Peter cracked his knuckles, trying to figure out a way to say that it was none of her business without setting her off. “Nothing, really.”
    “Phoenix.” Amanda tossed a wave of honey-blond hair over her shoulder as she continued, “That’s where she’s headed next, right? You found another lab there?”
    Peter tried not to react—sometimes Amanda was too damn smart for her own good. “I’m not supposed to say.”
    Amanda rolled her eyes and flipped onto her back, scooping up the magazine again as she said, “Right. The canyon. Brilliant code you two came up with. You should tell her to just let the guy go.”
    Peter chose not to respond. Noa was going to do whatever she wanted, no matter what he said.
    It was frustrating, just sitting here waiting for news all the time. And he never got to hear much about the raids, thanks to their security protocols. All Noa usually sent were coded numbers of saved kids (gold rings) along with veiled questions about future targets. Amanda was right: Phoenix was next; the last time he’d hopped P&D’s firewall, he’d found indicators of a major lab there. With any luck, his sniffer would provide specifics, and he wouldn’t have to waste any more valuable time circumnavigating the increasingly sophisticated firewalls.
    And this time, maybe there would still be kids left to save.
    Peter sighed. All this cloak and dagger stuff was exhausting.
    “You want to go to a movie tonight?” Amanda asked abruptly.
    “What?” he said, startled.
    Amanda frowned at him. The gesture created a little crinkle between her brows that he’d always secretly loved. “A movie. You know, where you get popcorn and watch things on a giant screen.”
    “I’ve kind of got a lot to do here,” he said, gesturing to the computer.
    “Fine.” Amanda got to her feet and started pulling on her jacket. “I just thought maybe we could both use a little fun.”
    Peter watched her, perplexed. “Fun?”
    “Yeah, something besides school and huge corporate conspiracies.” Angrily, she tugged a scarf around her neck. “Forget it.”
    Now that she mentioned it, it had been a long time since he’d done anything that qualified as fun. It wasn’t a terrible idea. “We could go tomorrow,” he offered.
    Amanda paused at the threshold, her hand on the doorknob. “Yeah?”
    “Sure,” he said. “But I’m not reading subtitles.”
    “I figured.” She beamed at him. “Okay, then. It’s a date.”
     
    “Let’s rip out his fingernails,” Turk snarled.
    “No one is ripping out any fingernails,” Noa said forcefully. She eyed the guy who was tied to a chair in the middle of the garage; he stared back at her balefully. The room was soundproofed—the previous owner had probably had a kid in a band, so they’d caught a lucky break there. The van had been moved to the driveway to make room for the interrogation. The rest of her group sat or stood in a circle around him.
    There was a strange energy in the room—keyed-up excitement combined with bloodlust. If she allowed it, they’d probably rip this guy to shreds. Hell, they might do it anyway. He represented all the bad things that had ever happened to them, and despite their different backgrounds, the one thing they had in common was a consuming need for retribution and revenge.
    Observing that now, Noa was forced to admit that taking a hostage might’ve been a mistake. Peter had basically said as much, but by then, it had been too late. Not for the first time, she wished he was here. Sometimes Noa felt like she was fumbling through the dark on her own, struggling to find her way without a compass. Peter had been that for her, briefly; she hadn’t realized how much she’d come to rely on him until he was