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“Goldilocks? Dear?”<br />
“What?” She blinked at him dazedly.<br />
“Just shut up and enjoy the ride.”<br />
“Hogwarts,” she said. “Cotton . . . candy.” This time when her eyes closed, the lids stayed down.<br />
She began to snore lightly. It was a breezy sound, sort of pleasant. Crow didn’t think she was<br />
shamming, but he continued to hold the hypo next to the geezer’s leg just to be sure. As Gollum had<br />
once said about Frodo Baggins, it was tricksy, precious. It was very tricksy.<br />
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Abra didn’t go under completely; she still heard the truck’s motor, but it was far away. It seemed to<br />
be above her. It made her remember when she and her parents went to Lake Winnipesaukee on hot<br />
summer afternoons, and how you could hear the distant drone of the motorboats if you ducked your<br />
head underwater. She knew she was being kidnapped, and she knew this should concern her, but she<br />
felt serene, content to float between sleep and waking. The dryness in her mouth and throat was<br />
horrible, though. Her tongue felt like a strip of dusty carpet.<br />
I have to do something. He’s taking me to the hat woman and I have to do something. If I don’t, they’ll kill<br />
me like they killed the baseball boy. Or something even worse.<br />
She would do something. After she got something to drink. And after she slept a little more . . .<br />
The engine sound had faded from a drone to a distant hum when light penetrated her closed<br />
eyelids. Then the sound stopped completely and the Crow was poking her in the leg. Easy at first, then<br />
harder. Hard enough to hurt.<br />
“Wake up, Goldilocks. You can go back to sleep later.”<br />
She struggled her eyes open, wincing at the brightness. They were parked beside some gas pumps.<br />
There were fluorescents over them. She shielded her eyes from the glare. Now she had a headache to go<br />
with her thirst. It was like . . .<br />
“What’s funny, Goldilocks?”<br />
“Huh?”<br />
“You’re smiling.”<br />
“I just figured out what’s wrong with me. I’m hungover.”<br />
Crow considered this, and grinned. “I suppose you are at that, and you didn’t even get to prance<br />
around with a lampshade on your head. Are you awake enough to understand me?”<br />
“Yes.” At least she thought she was. Oh, but the thudding in her head. Awful.<br />
“Take this.”<br />
He was holding something in front of her face, reaching across his body with his left hand to do it.<br />
His right one still held the hypodermic, the needle resting next to Mr. Freeman’s leg.<br />
She squinted. It was a credit card. She reached up with a hand that felt too heavy and took it. Her<br />
eyes started to close and he slapped her face. Her eyes flew open, wide and shocked. She had never been<br />
hit in her life, not by an adult, anyway. Of course she had never been kidnapped, either.<br />
“Ow! Ow!”<br />
“Get out of the truck. Follow the instructions on the pump—you’re a bright kid, I’m sure you can<br />
do that—and fill the tank. Then replace the nozzle and get back in. If you do all that like a good little<br />
Goldilocks, we’ll drive over to yonder Coke machine.” He pointed to the far corner of the store. “You<br />
can get a nice big twenty-ounce soda. Or a water, if that’s what you want; I spy with my little eye that<br />
they have Dasani. If you’re a bad little Goldilocks, I’ll kill the old man, then go into the store and kill