his forehead.
“Kai!” Allie shouted, putting down the light and leaning forward. “Kai! Are you all right?”
Kai turned, opening a bleary eye. “I’ve been better,” he half croaked, his voice raw and hoarse. “I think my leg’s broken.”
Dallas glanced down and saw his friend was right: his leg seemed oddly disjointed, and he floated in a pink cloud of blood.
“We have to get you out of there.”
“Don’t worry about me. Is Po all right?”
“Po?”
Kai pointed to the top of the floating car. There, a little boy lay. He looked no older than three or four. He sat up, holding a small metal pipe, which he’d been clanking against the car’s muffler.
“Hey, are you all right?” Allie asked the little boy, who nodded, his almond-shaped eyes wide and serious.
“That’s my buddy,” Kai said. “You did it, pal. Good job with the pipe.” Kai grinned, but he looked pale. Dallas glanced around, looking for something that might act as a floating stretcher. A commercial refrigerator, like the kind filled with soda at the convenience store, bobbed nearby. He saw a few plastic bottles of soda and some broken shelves lined the bottom along with a little water. The tsunami had ripped off the original glass door at the hinges. Amazed at the force of the wave yet again, he grabbed the refrigerator by the closest edge, pulling it toward them.
“Allie, help me empty this,” he said.
She turned and got to work, pitching bottles of Coke overboard and pieces of shelves. They were nearly done when the sound of debris smacking together made Allie turn, shining her light in the distance about a hundred feet.
“The shark’s back!” she cried, voice high, her light on the tip of the tiger shark’s fin. She caught it for a split second before it dipped silently below the surface. “Dallas!”
“It’s not going to have you as a snack,” Dallas promised Kai, whose grip tightened on the car.
Po, on top of the car, whined anxiously. “Shark!” he cried, pointing and looking scared.
“Don’t worry. We’ll get you, okay?” Allie said. “Just sit tight.”
“Give me your hand, Kai.” Dallas was already reaching out, trying to pull Kai into the open case. The first time, the case nearly tipped over, and Kai fell back in the water. They tried twice more, failing each time.
Furiously, Allie shone her light back and forth, trying to find the shark. “I can’t find it, Dallas. I can’t find the shark.” Panic laced her words.
“Something brushed me,” Kai murmured, trying to keep calm. “Something big.”
Allie shone her light frantically, but all she illuminated was blue water.
Dallas knew it was now or never. The shark, drawn by the blood from Kai’s leg, circled beneath the waves, trying to decide if Kai was worth a bite.
“Come on!” he cried. With one mighty heave, Dallas pulled, and Kai shouted in pain as his broken leg came out of the water. He thumped into the open refrigerator case just as Allie shouted, “There!” Her spotlight caught the fin of the shark, sweeping so close to the kayak its tail nearly slapped the boat. Dallas grabbed some rope from the storage compartment of the kayak and tied the case to the back of the boat.
“That was close. Too close,” Kai said, leaning his head back on the edge of the refrigerator. “Your turn, Po.”
Allie shone the light on the shark as it disappeared underwater again.
The little boy sat on the floating car, shivering, his eyes wide with fear. He’d seen the shark, and the stubborn line of his chin said the last thing he wanted to do was go near the water or in a small kayak.
“Come in, buddy. Come in here with me. It’ll be okay.” Kai tried to coax the boy off the car and into the refrigerator case, but the boy didn’t want to budge. Suddenly, Allie reached into the pocket of her sundress and pulled out a piece of mango candy from Teri’s shop.
“Hey, Po. Do you like mango candy?” The boy’s eyes grew bright with