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asked.
    “We’ve been practicing for weeks.” A flicker of worry narrowed his eyes; then he shook
     his head. “She’ll be fine.”
    “She’ll be fine,” I repeated, like a mantra.
    November came bouncing up, wheeling her bulging suitcase precariously behind her.
     “London said to come in, but she looks like she’s got a stomachache. Did she catch
     you guys making out or something?”
    “That’s not—” I cut myself off and lowered my voice. “That little old lady outside
     is following us,” I said. “That’s why London’s upset.”
    November’s spiky eyebrows rose. “Oh, Tigger, you are so wonderfully clueless. That’s
     not what’s making Wolfie so grumpy. Don’t you see how she—?”
    “Not now, ’Ember,” Caleb said in a warning tone I didn’t quite understand. “Focus.
     See this? It’s a locked door, and we need to get through it. Now.”
    “So we’re making a quiet break for it back here?” November showed all her teeth in
     her hungry smile, and reached into her pocket to pull out three slim metal tools held
     together with a shiny chewing gum wrapper. “That’s my cue.”
    A large shadow cut across our faces, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
    “London said it would look better if I came in first.” It was Siku, his booming voice
     low. “Who we running from?”
    “Little old lady,” I said. “White sweater, earpiece, following us.”
    “Little old lady . . .” Siku looked over his shoulder at the plastic sheet. “At least
     we can outrun her.”
    “Probably,” I said. “But there has to be more of them than just her. How’s it coming,
     ’Ember?”
    November’s sharp face was screwed up with concentration as she jiggled the pick in
     the lock. “Almost there. Maybe I should’ve raked this baby, but that’s risky, and
     I didn’t want to . . . Ha!”
    The lock turned, and we all heard the deadbolt slide back. “Wait for London,” I said.
     “In case it’s alarmed.”
    “I’m here, I’m here.” London jogged up. “She’s talking to some dude in a white blazer
     now.”
    November let out an annoyed whoosh of breath. “Even in Vegas these creeps wear white.
     Don’t they know that doesn’t make them the good guys?” She yanked open the door, and
     looked up at Siku. “After you.”
    He grabbed her bag and palmed the door, pushing it farther open. A cement hallway
     stretched right and left, lit by bare bulbs. “No. Me last.”
    “I’m not shy about going first,” said London, slipping under Siku’s arm and into the
     hallway.
    “Go, go,” I said, shoving November. At least no audible alarm had gone off.
    November scooted into the hall, turning right after London, just as the plastic sheet
     behind us trembled and wafted aside to reveal the little old lady. Her rhinestone-speckled
     sweater glinted, her heavily mascaraed eyes narrowed right at us.
    Siku didn’t wait, stomping through the door.
    Caleb squeezed my hand. I felt a familiar lift in my chest as he pulled me through
     the door. “Just like old times,” I said.
    A wry grin lit his face as a heavy-shouldered man in a white blazer with a bulge beneath
     it loomed behind the old woman. The man reached under his coat as I slammed the door
     shut and rammed the bolt home.

CHAPTER 4
    Caleb and I ran hand in hand after our friends, our footsteps echoing down the cinderblock
     hallway. Yellow-green lightbulbs lit the way. My backpack bounced painfully on my
     shoulders, but my spirits were high. I was on the run with Caleb again, only now we
     were a team in company with friends. Nothing could stop us.
    London skidded to a stop up ahead in front of a door with a push-bar handle and threw
     us a look. “Here?”
    “Sure!” Caleb shouted to her.
    London shoved the door open. November reached her, and looked back at Caleb. “You
     have no idea where it goes, do you?”
    “No, but neither does the Tribunal.”
    “Fair enough.” She slipped through the door past London, and we heard