The Fallout

  Eddy shook his head.

  Outside, rain was pouring down, and Lee stood at the door, looking outside. I joined him. “Lucas has to be in here. He wouldn’t go out there. Not when it’s pouring.”

  Eddy came out. “No one there has seen a lost kid.”

  I covered my face with my hands. “It’s my fault. I should have waited for him.”

  Eddy touched my shoulder. “No, I should have just cleaned it all up myself.”

  Lee didn’t say anything, but from the look on his face, it was clear he considered himself at fault. Then he pointed outside, shoved the door open, and stormed through it.

  We crowded under the overhang as a soaking wet Lucas came toward us, holding the hand of a boy who looked about my age. He wore a black knit cap pulled down over his ears, a dark green hoodie with frayed cuffs, and faded jeans with holes in the knees. His sneakers were black and beaten up, but his skateboard was nice. Like he only had so much money and the skateboard was way more important than clothes. Rain dripped down his face as he walked my little brother over to us and then dropped his hand.

  I scooped up Lucas. “What were you thinking?”

  He wiped some rain off his face. “I got lost and went out the door.”

  The boy pointed to his left. “I found him around the side by an emergency door. He must have gone outside and gotten locked out.”

  The beeping I’d heard while I was cleaning Cara up must have been the alarm on the door.

  “Thank you so much,” I told the boy. “We were freaking out.”

  Lee said, “Stay here. I’ll go get the car.”

  Eddy told the boy, “Yeah, thanks a lot.” He glanced at the board under his arm. “That a Plan B?”

  The boy nodded, and some rain fell off the end of his nose. “Planned to meet some friends.” He looked skyward. “Day turned to crap, though.”

  “Lucky for us,” said Eddy.

  Just then, Lee pulled up. Eddy said, “You need a ride or something?”

  The boy shook his head, shedding more water. “The bus stop is close.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief. There had been too many strangers lately. I already had the phone number of one. I didn’t want to meet any more, especially not one in our car.

  Lee came around and opened up the back door. “Let’s get them in.”

  The running and rain and getting lost seemed to have taken the piss and vinegar out of Lucas, who meekly climbed into his car seat. Cara, who obviously wasn’t feeling any better, zonked out completely as soon as I strapped her in. I took my spot in the backseat. Eddy and the boy were still standing outside the car, rain soaking them even more as they talked.

  Finally Eddy backed toward the car and held up his hand and the boy turned around and walked away.

  Eddy was grinning as he got in the front. Lee sped out of the parking lot, probably way faster than he should have. But I think we were all happy to put the aquarium behind us.

  I wondered how we were going to tell Mom about what happened, because I knew it would be the first thing out of Lucas’s mouth.

  As we neared home, we had to wait to enter the gate because a FedEx truck pulled away. Joe was holding a box, and just as Lee turned into the circle drive, I caught sight of Reese running out the front door toward the guardhouse.

  By the time we got the kids out of the car, she had returned, carrying the package into the house. Reese had gotten so helpful around the house. A few days before I’d seen her with the vacuum. I appreciated how much she had been helping. Maybe it made me feel less guilty whenever I went out and left Mom with all the little kids. I knew she had Gram and Els to help, but I liked knowing Reese was there, too, taking on some responsibility.

  Lucas ran ahead of us into the kitchen where Mom was sitting, feeding Quinn lunch.

  Lucas proclaimed, “I got lost!”

  Mom smiled at him, and then up at me and Eddy. She winked. “I’m sure you did.”

  “No, I really did! I went out the door with the red light on it and it beeped and then I was outside in the rain and this boy found me.”

  Mom’s smile disappeared and her eyes narrowed. She asked me, “What happened?”

  I breathed deeply. “He came out of the bathroom and went out the emergency door.”

  “Where were you?”

  “I was in the bathroom with Lucas.” I pointed at Cara. “But then she was with Eddy and threw up, so he called me.”

  Mom frowned. “And you just left him?”

  “For two seconds!” I said. “He was in the stall and I sent Eddy right back for him.”

  Eddy shook his head. “He had already left.”

  Mom shook her head. “This is done. This is all done. No more outings, no more—”

  “Mom!” I interrupted her. “He’s fine. We got him.”

  She crossed her arms and glared at us.

  Eddy said, “Yeah, a guy found him and brought him to the front, and we were there.”

  “A guy? What guy?” asked Mom.

  Eddy shrugged. “His name’s Tony.”

  I flashed a glance his way. How did he know that?

  Eddy continued. “He’s cool. I got his number so we could send a thank-you.”

  When did he do that? And why would he do that?

  Mom sighed. She looked at Cara, who was a mess. “I’d better get her a bath.” She picked her up and started to head upstairs. Then she turned back around. “This discussion is not over.”

  It was safe to say the outing to the aquarium was a complete bust.

  I made a turkey and Havarti sandwich with avocado and took it up to my room. I set the plate on my desk and slid the mouse back and forth. My desktop computer popped on and I hit Google. Our close call at the aquarium, the one before we lost Lucas, made me think.

  What if Lucas had rambled on about us? Maybe called out our last name?

  Would people have put two and two together?

  Once again, it made me wonder what people were thinking about us. If they were thinking about us.

  I typed in Yanakakis. Of course, thousands of entries popped up, most about YK and Dad, all related to the business. I scanned through, looking to see if anything was related to the family, and to more recent events. There were news reports from when we escaped of course, but not much lately.

  Social media had changed so much since we’d been away. When I changed the entry to “Eli Yanakakis,” a post popped up. “Maybe saw Yanakakis twins at Niagara Falls! #YKsighting.”

  YK sighting? Was it a club or something?

  I clicked on that and saw a bunch of posts. A bunch of posts that all seemed to be about encounters with me and my family.

  “Saw them in Times Square!”

  “Caught a peek at Disneyworld. Twins and a bunch of kids.”

  “My uncle in Vail said they’ve been there for a month.”

  I had to smile. They were all so full of it. No one was even close.

  I shook my head, thinking I was dumb to be so stressed about it. Then I realized I had the order switched, and made the older ones go to the bottom. One popped up, by someone named @dpreppin, with an icon of a nuclear cloud.

  “Tailed them at Seattle Costco.”

  I froze. The guy in black. Was that him? If so, I wasn’t wrong to be paranoid. He had been watching us. I clicked on his user name, and a link on his profile took me to a website labeled:

  Prepping for Doomsday: Be One of the Survivors

  “What the…” I clicked and the screen scrolled down, revealing what seemed to be a site about people preparing for the end of the world. There were links to sites about ammunition and gun training and food preservation. I clicked on the Preparation tab. An entire litany about how much food you should stockpile in order to survive popped up.

  I realized my hands were trembling.

  Were these people disciples of my father or what? Were they watching us? Why? Because we had done what they wanted to do? Survived the end of the world? Granted, our doomsday was fake
d, but still. We had survived. I supposed someone who wanted to do the same saw us as role models.

  I swallowed.

  And they probably wouldn’t stop until they found out what we knew. What we had been through and what we had done to survive.

  I’d seen some of the stories about our years belowground: plenty of speculation, rumor, and conjecture. But some contained shreds of truth, which scared me, because the whole truth was something that I had to be sure they would never find out.

  I went back to the original networking site and made up a fake account name. @1Turducken. A homage to the main course at one of Dad’s nightmare Christmas parties when I was a kid.

  And I posted:

  “Whole family in Miami! Mansion on beach. #yksighting.”

  Immediately, responses popped up.

  “Knew I saw them in Sarasota last week!”

  “Camping 60 miles away, will check it out.”

  “That was them at Busch Gardens.”

  I blew out a sigh of relief. Those people would believe anything. Thank heavens.

  But then @dpreppin replied:

  “Untrue. In Seattle. Chickens return to roost.”

  I shoved away from the desk so hard the chair twirled me around, so I was facing outside.

  He knew. @dpreppin definitely knew it had been me at Costco.

  I stood up and went to the window, looking at our front gate and the security guard there. What if he’d followed us? What if he knew where we lived?

  I went back to my computer. Another reply had posted. The icon was a photo of a little girl, and the name was preppin.

  “Definitely at aquarium today.”

  I glanced back at the icon. The little girl. I’d seen her before. She’d been crying, while the dad in camouflage had tried to get her to stop.

  The guy in camo had to be @prep_man

  We’d been seen twice. People were looking for us. And now they knew what we looked like.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  I scoured the Internet, trying to find out more about the guy with the doomsday preparation website. It was all vague, except there was a list of meetings in the Seattle area. Which made me wonder. Did the guy with the website just happen to live in the Seattle area? Or had he purposely moved here because of my father? Because of what the world knew about us … and the Compound?

  A knock on my door made me jump. “Yeah?”

  “Can I come in?”

  Lexie.

  “Yeah, come on in.”

  She opened the door and peeked around it, then stepped in and pulled it shut behind her. Her dark hair was down and she wore black yoga pants and a white T-shirt that bore a primping Marilyn Monroe. She walked over to my bed and sat down. She looked down at her hands and didn’t say anything.

  “What’s going on?”

  She had kind of half a smile on her face. “I know you thought it was dumb the other day, but I can’t stop thinking about it and … I decided that I really want to find my biological parents.”

  Hadn’t we been over all that? I sighed. “Why is this all coming up now? Before the other day you never even brought this up before.”

  Lexie rolled her eyes. “Well, let’s see. Hmmm. The past six years I thought the entire rest of the world had been destroyed.”

  “Valid point.” I scratched my head, wondering what I could say to talk her out of it. “Seriously though. Why now? We’re just starting over, figuring out how to live in this world again.”

  “Exactly. I’m almost eighteen, I’m going to be an adult and I don’t know the first thing about…” She trailed off. “I just want to know where I come from.”

  I didn’t get it. “Why?”

  “Because I do! I thought you would help me.” She stood up. “God, just forget it. Obviously it was too much to ask.”

  I grabbed her arm as she started to walk past me. “Stop. Just stop.”

  She turned and stood there, tears welling in her eyes.

  “Lex, I’m sorry. Sit down. Of course I’ll help.”

  She leaned against the back of my chair. “I hate not knowing. I don’t want to…” She sighed. “It’s not like I want a relationship with them or anything, but I want to know.” She waited for me to say something. When I didn’t, she said, “Is that so bad?”

  I shook my head. “But I have no idea what Mom will think.”

  “We don’t have to tell her.”

  My mouth dropped. Was she planning to keep it a secret from everyone but me? “You’d actually do this without telling her?”

  Lexie stood up and paced to my windows and back. “You’re right.” She leaned forward and put her hand on my arm. “Will you ask her with me? Please?”

  Her eyes were tear filled and her expression was so sad.

  “Tomorrow,” I said. “First thing. We’ll go to Mom and tell her you want to find your birth parents.”

  “Thanks. I’m glad I have someone to trust.” My sister lightly kicked my shin, then dodged my reach as I grabbed for her. She laughed as she skipped out of the room.

  Eddy walked in just as she walked out. “What was that all about?”

  I shook my head. “Nothing. Hey, look at this, will you?”

  I showed him the discussions I’d found about our whereabouts.

  Eddy frowned. “It was inevitable, wasn’t it? We can’t hide forever.”

  True, but still … “Aren’t you worried about it? People knowing where we are?”

  He shook his head. “They don’t know where we live. Maybe someone saw us at Costco. Maybe someone saw us at the aquarium.”

  I pointed at the icon of the little girl. “I definitely saw her at the aquarium.”

  Eddy said, “But they don’t know for sure. One person jumps on the wagon, and they all jump on.”

  “Should we tell Mom?”

  “No way. She’s got enough to worry about. I really don’t think it’s anything to stress about.” He squeezed my shoulder. “Holy crap, you’re like one big knot.”

  I put a hand on each temple and rubbed. “I’m just stressed.” I pointed at the screen. “Between this, and Lucas going missing and Lexie—” I stopped. How could I have let that out?

  “Lexie what?”

  “Nothing.”

  Eddy sat down on the desk and met my gaze. “What is she up to?”

  I said, “Well … she’s decided she wants to find her biological parents.”

  His eyes narrowed. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

  I kept my tone light, tried to make it seem like no big deal. “People do it all the time. It’s not like she wants to move in with them or anything. She just wants to know where she comes from.”

  Eddy raised his arms out to the sides. “Here! She comes from here. She has everything she wants. Why would she go looking for anything else?” He stood up. “She can’t do this. All it’s going to do is hurt Mom. I’m not letting Lexie do this.” He stormed out.

  “Are you kidding me? Eddy!” I ran after him, wishing I had kept my mouth shut.

  I reached Eddy just as he was knocking on Lexie’s door.

  “Eddy! Seriously.” I grabbed his arm to keep him from knocking again. “She hasn’t done anything.”

  He yanked his arm back. “She’s about to break Mom’s heart. There’s been enough of that.”

  Lexie opened the door. “What?” Her gaze went from my face and then to Eddy’s. She glared at me. “You told him?” She shoved me. “Leave me alone.” She started to shut her door, but Eddy managed to get in the way.

  He said, “You can’t do this. Mom can’t take this.”

  Lexie backed into her room. Like mine, it had a bank of windows, but instead of Lake Washington, hers looked out on the pool and veranda, and one opened onto a balcony. The room was all colored in oranges and yellows, with bold stripes on her matching bedding and draperies. She went over to her window seat and sat down, looking out the window, blinking fast. Clementine was curled up, sleeping, and Lexie dragged her int
o her lap.

  I pushed by Eddy with a low “Way to go,” and went and sat next to Lexie. “I’m sorry, he just asked and I told him.”

  She didn’t look at me, and didn’t answer either. She reached up and wiped her eyes. “I should have known not to trust you.”

  I breathed in deep. I was so stupid. “I’m sorry. You can trust me.” I held out my hands, palms up. “I only told Eddy.”

  She narrowed her eyes at me. “Yeah.” She flung out a hand toward him. “That turned out so well.”

  Eddy sat down on the end of Lexie’s bed. “Don’t you think Mom already has enough to worry about?”

  “This isn’t about Mom! It’s about me.” Lexie set a hand on her chest. “I want to know who my real parents are.”

  Eddy shook his head. “Your real parents are the same ones I have.”

  “Yeah, you’re right.” Lexie dropped her hand and leaned her head against the window. “We have the same father who made sure to leave his entire company to you and Eli. That the same one you’re talking about?”

  Eddy’s mouth opened slightly, and then snapped shut. Apparently he didn’t have an answer for that.

  I sat down on the window seat. “He just did that because we’re the boys.”

  She glared at me.

  I bit my lip. “I mean, probably that’s why.”

  Eddy added, “It was more to do with you being a girl than adopted.”

  “Oh, wow,” said Lexie, scorn in her tone. “Now I feel so much better.”

  “That’s not what I meant. It’s a lot of pressure, to know we have to run the company. And Dad probably didn’t want you to have to deal with that.”

  I shot him a look, trying to shut him up. If the plan was to talk Lexie out of searching for her biological parents, he was being his own worst enemy.

  Lexie rolled her eyes. “Maybe I want to know for medical reasons.”

  Eddy stood up. “Did something happen when you were … away?”

  I shook my head and saw Lexie was doing the same. She said, “There’s just a lot I’d like to know. What if there’s some medical history I should know about? What if I want to have kids someday and might pass something bad to them?”