“There's always room for another Willow," said the killer who called himself War. "Welcome to the family, baby brother Dunne!"
Dunne was so scared, he could hardly think. He nodded and smiled at War, who sat beside him in the back seat of the Hummer rent-a-car. "Thank you."
"And welcome to you, too, Quincy Willow." War reached into the front seat and clapped Quincy's shoulder. "Father Law sure picked two righteous justice-lovers as the latest Willow foster kids."
"Darn tootin'." Quincy's voice was tight as he drove. The back of his neck—what Dunne could see around the ponytail—was soaked with sweat.
"Just one thing I don't understand," said War. "How come I didn't hear about these new foster brothers till now? I mean, we didn't even get a chance to put 'em through the Truthtalking Ceremony on Crucible Mountain."
"They were supposed to be a surprise," said Hannahlee. "But then we had to field every able body because of the emergency." Dunne was amazed at how calm her voice was. She didn't seem to be rattled at all.
Dunne, on the other hand, was scared enough to self-destruct. There he was, defenseless, trapped in the back seat with a heavily-armed maniac who'd already killed three of the original Weeping Willows.
It was enough to give a coward like Dunne a major stroke...and a seizure...and a heart attack, all at once.
"Too bad about the surprise," said War. "But I'm proud to have two fresh braves in my tribe." He smacked Dunne's upper leg and rocked it back and forth. "You're ready to make the ultimate sacrifice in the name of freedom, aren't you?"
Dunne's blood froze at the murderer's touch. "Darn tootin'." He knew his voice was weak and unconvincing. He also knew the strength of his voice didn't matter; he wasn't fooling the killer for even a minute.
Setting up Dunne and Quincy as new Willows had been Hannahlee's idea. She played it up as she stayed in character as Kitty Willow...but Dunne was sure War saw through all of it. That he had everything figured out.
And the four of them were playing a game of cards in which they all knew each other's hands already.
"So, Dunne." War grinned at Dunne in a friendly way, as if he'd never dream of hurting him. "Where are you from?"
"Los Angeles," said Dunne. Hannahlee had told him and Quincy to stay as close to the truth as possible. The less they had to make up and remember, the better.
"How did you end up in foster care?" said War. "What happened to your family?"
Again, Dunne told the truth. "Shot to death by an intruder." It was exactly what had happened to his family—not his parents, but his wife and daughter.
War frowned. "Really?"
"Yes." As War gazed deep into his eyes, Dunne wondered how long it would be until he killed him. How long till War got tired of the game, pulled out a gun, and unloaded it into Dunne? Or would he even use a gun?
"Then you've come to the right family, bro." War rubbed Dunne's shoulder. "The Willows are all about justice."
Dunne's heart jackhammered. "Good." He wished he'd run away back at the flying saucer instead of getting in the car...even if War had shot him dead. Better to have gotten it over with instead of letting the killer play with him like this.
"What about you, brother Quince?" War released Dunne's shoulder and laid his hand on the driver's seat headrest. "What's your hometown?"
"Akron, Ohio," said Quincy. "What's yours?"
War chuckled. "Justice, Arizona, as you well know." He drummed his fingers on the headrest. "Tell me, what happened to your family?"
"They were devoured by a combined horde of locusts and Mongols." Quincy's voice was still tight as he told the joke. He didn't sound like his usual wacky self.
Just then, Hannahlee spoke up. "Quincy deals with tragedy through laughter...which is just what we need right now, don't you think?"
"Absolutely." War patted Quincy's head. "It's one of the pillars of inner peace. It doesn't get any groovier."
"We all bring our unique qualities to the family," said Hannahlee. "That's why the Willows are winners."
"Good for you, Kitty," said War. "That's what Mom used to say."
"You mean the Mom who died when you were a baby?" said Quincy. "Whose sayings, therefore, you should not be able to remember?"
Dunne couldn't believe what he'd just heard. His gaze shot from the passing darkness beyond the side window to Quincy's eyes in the rear-view mirror.
Hannahlee jumped in fast. "I told him what Mom said, Quincy."
Quincy's eyes in the mirror were bloodshot and bulging. "Are you sure about that, Sis?"
Dunne didn't look over at War. He didn't want to do or say anything that would make matters worse. Anything that would set him off, if Quincy had not already done so.
War's voice, when he spoke, was calm. "Congratulations, Quince."
"For what?" said Quincy.
"For testing me," said War. "Proving I'm not an imposter."
"Is that what I did?" said Quincy.
"We can't be too careful, with the Poison Oaks in play," said War. "Just remember, it works both ways. Now I have a question for you." He leaned forward toward Quincy. "What do you know about Knox Pittenger?"
Quincy was silent for a long moment. Dunne thought he might stay that way.
But he finally spoke. "Knox is my brother. My late brother. Why do you ask?"
"He's been writing a great blog," said War. "All about your travels. I assumed he was with you—another foster brother, maybe."
Hannahlee shot a look at Quincy. She had to be thinking he was the one who was blogging, in defiance of her orders. Dunne was thinking exactly the same thing.
"No, he's not with us." Quincy glanced at Hannahlee, then returned his gaze to the road ahead. "He's dead."
No one mentioned Knox's recent cryptic messages, channeled by Quincy. Dunne thought they were in rocky enough territory as it was.
"You're sure?" said War. "About Knox being dead?"
"Absolutely," said Quincy.
"How come, bro?" said War. "Did you kill him?"
Quincy didn't answer.
"I gotta tell ya, I'm not wild about traveling with a killer." War tapped Hannahlee's shoulder. "Who vetted this guy, anyway? How'd he get through the screening?"
"Quincy's not a killer," said Hannahlee.
"Brother killing brother." War shook his head. "It's the oldest story in the book."
"It's none of your business." Quincy's voice grew louder.
"Mm-hm." War turned and smirked at Dunne. "Hey, hero." War pulled back his Army fatigue jacket, then lifted up his yellow smiley face t-shirt. "Tell brother Quince what I'm wearing back here."
Dunne stared. Suddenly, he felt as if he were looking through a tunnel from very far away.
He couldn't believe what he saw. What it meant. For all of them. He couldn't believe where his journey had led him.
Couldn't believe he was going to die.
"Well?" said War. "Are you gonna tell him?"
Dunne swallowed hard, as if he were gulping down a golf ball. "It looks like a bomb."
"Give the man a kewpie doll." War grinned as he patted the blocks of plastic explosive strapped around his waist. "Think of it as a secret weapon against Poison Oaks."
For a moment, nobody spoke. Hannahlee leaned around the seat for a peek, then calmly faced forward again. Quincy grabbed the rear-view mirror and jerked it over so he could see the bomb for himself.
Dunne kept pushing it all farther off, as if he were seeing it on TV through the window of a house a block away.
War pulled a black remote control from a pocket of his jacket. There was a digital LED screen at one end, with a red oval button below it. "So anyway, Quince, what's this about Knox's death not being any of my business?" Leaning forward between the front seats, War batted the remote against Quincy's upper arm.
Dunne saw Quincy's eyes, full of fear, in the rear-view mirror, flicking down to glance at the bomb controller. It didn't help Dunne's own rising panic to see a giant like Quincy looking scared.
"Knox died saving my life." Quincy's voice lowered as he reined in his blow-up. "That's what happened."
"When was this?" War kept batting the remote against Quincy's arm. "And where?"
"I don't want to talk about it," said Quincy.
"Think of it as brother to brother," said War. "We're both Willows now, remember?"
Hannahlee reached over and patted Quincy's hand on the wheel. "I think I understand," she said. "When I lost my best friend, Athena, I felt the same way."
"I remember." War smiled at her. "You didn't snap out of it until Jeremiah Weed kidnapped Kenya."
Dunne listened in shell-shocked wonder as they talked about an episode of the TV show as if it had really happened. His admiration of Hannahlee ballooned; even with a bomb in the car and the control in the hand of a madman, she stayed cool and stuck to her plan, humoring "War" all the way.
Not that War would be distracted from his own plan. "See, Quincy? Kitty knows it's best to open up." He slid the remote control against the side of Quincy's sweaty face. "Why not share?"
Quincy kept looking straight ahead at the road in the headlights. It was two-lane, cutting through overgrown marshland; War insisted they stay off the interstates.
The car was quiet for a long moment. Finally, Quincy started talking.
"Twenty years ago," he said. "We were partying by a lake. I was swimming stoned—really stoned, too stoned—and I freaked out. Started going under."
Quincy took a deep breath and slowly released it. "Knox came in after me. Tried to pull me out." Another deep breath. "I knocked him unconscious when I was floundering around." One more breath. "I literally crawled up onto the dock over my brother's dead body."
Everyone fell silent again.
"Happy now?" Quincy reached up and brushed the bomb control away from his cheek. "Was that entertaining enough for you?"
"For now," said War as he sat back.
"What do you mean, 'for now?'" said Quincy.
"You can tell us the rest later," said War.
"'The rest?'" said Quincy. "There isn't anything else to tell."
War shook his head and pointed the remote at Quincy. "I've got a feeling you're holding out on me."
"You think I'd be that dumb, with a bomb ready to go off in the back seat?" said Quincy.
"Don't sweat it, bro," said War. "It'll all come out in the Truthtalking Ceremony."
"No it won't," said Quincy. "There's nothing to come out. And we're not having a ceremony."
War turned the remote over in his hands and winked at Dunne. "Whatever you say, brother Quince."