she was covered in dirt from head to toe. Sam was almost as dirty, and panting from the effort.
He pulled the tape from her face. It wasnât easily done. Someone had wound it around and around. The little girl cried when he pulled the tape from her hair.
âWho are you?â Sam asked.
He noticed something strange. He raised the level of light. Someone had written in magic marker on the girlâs forehead.
The word was âFreak.â
Samâs palm went dark. Slowly, careful not to scare her, he put his arm around the girlâs heaving shoulders.
âIt will be okay,â he lied.
âTheyâ¦they saidâ¦whyâ¦â She couldnât finish. She collapsed against him, weeping onto his shirt.
âYouâre Jill. Sorry, I didnât recognize you at first.â
âJill,â she said, and nodded and cried some more. âThey donât want me to sing.â
Job one, Sam told himself: take care of Zil. Enough. Whether Astrid and the council liked it or not, it was time to take care of Zil.
Or not.
Sam stared at the hole from which heâd pulled Jill, really seeing it for the first time. A hole in the ground where none should be. Something about itâ¦something terribly wrong.
Sam gasped, sucked air sharply. A chill ran up his spine.
The horror here was not that a little girl had fallen into a hole. The horror was the hole itself.
FIVE
62 HOURS, 6 MINUTES
SAM TOOK JILL to Mary Terrafino at the day care. Then he found Edilio, woke him up, and walked him to the town plaza. To the hole in the ground.
Edilio stared at it.
âSo the girl fell in, walking around in the night,â Edilio said. He rubbed sleep out of his eyes and shook his head vigorously.
âYeah,â Sam said. âShe didnât make the hole. She just fell in.â
âSo what made the hole?â Edilio asked.
âYou tell me.â
Edilio peered more closely at the hole. From the first need, Edilio had taken on the grim duty of digging the graves. He knew each one, knew who was where.
â Madre de Dios ,â Edilio whispered. He made the sign of the cross on his chest. His eyes were wide as he turned to Sam. âYou know what this looks like, right?â
âWhat do you think it looks like?â
âItâs too deep for being so narrow. No way someone did this with a shovel. Man, this hole wasnât dug down . It was dug up .â
Sam nodded. âYeah.â
âYouâre pretty calm,â Edilio said shakily.
âNot really,â Sam said. âItâs been a strange night. Whatâ¦whoâ¦was buried here?â
âBrittney,â Edilio said.
âSo we buried her when she was still alive?â
âYouâre not thinking straight, man. Itâs been more than a month. Nothing stays alive thatâs in the dirt for that long.â
The two of them stood side by side, staring down into the hole. The too-narrow, too-deep hole.
âShe had that thing on her,â Edilio said. âWe couldnât get it off her. We figured sheâs dead, so whatâs it matter, right?â
âThat thing,â Sam said dully. âWe never figured out what it was.â
âSam, we both know what it was.â
Sam hung his head. âWe have to keep this quiet, Edilio. If we put this out there, the whole town will go nuts. People have enough to deal with.â
Edilio looked distinctly uncomfortable. âSam, this isnât the old days. We have a town council now. Theyâre supposed to know whateverâs going on.â
âIf they know, everyone will know,â Sam said.
Edilio said nothing. He knew it was true.
âYou know that girl Orsay?â Sam asked.
âOf course I know her,â Edilio said. âWe almost got killed together.â
âDo me a favor and kind of keep an eye on her.â
âWhatâs up with Orsay?â
Sam shrugged. âShe thinks sheâs some kind of