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“No. Fuck off,” Bhodi growls.
“Bhodi,” I chastise.
“Malia,” he snaps back. He looks scared. No, worse than scared.
Sensing the officers’ impatience, I climb over Bhodi’s lap and he grips my hips to steady me, squeezing like he can’t bear to let me go.
I should have stayed at the house! Stupid, stupid, Malia!
“Malia-Tarni Van der Zee, you need to come down to the station with us.”
“Why?” Bhodi growls before I can formulate a response.
“You are wanted for questioning in association with the deaths and disappearances of several students on campus.”
After that, everything turns to white noise.
“Guys!” Bhodi pants down the line as soon as the group call connects on our emergency line. “Malia needs our help!”
“What do you mean she needs our help?” the prof asks calmly but with an edge to his voice.
“Why are you so out of breath?” Reef asks.
“What’s going on?” I demand, the back of my neck prickling with fear that we may somehow have failed Malia again. “Malia should be with you. Why aren’t you protecting her?”
“I tried!” Bhodi’s cry is loud and exasperated. “But they took her away and there was nothing I could do to stop them!”
My stomach lurches. I get to my feet, abandoning my things, and walk out of the lecture hall without a backwards glance. I’m already running along the corridor towards the building’s exit.
I force myself to ask the question I’m dreading hearing the answer to. “Who took her? Shikari?”
“No! The police!” he replies.
I can tell he’s running too. Is he in school? They should have been in class together. Along with the prof. But he’s on the call, sounding as shocked as I am. So what the hell is going on?
“Bhodi, where are you?” I ask.
“I’m just leaving the main building, why?”
“I’m right behind you. Wait for me.”
“Why did the police take Malia?” Reef asks.
“There’s no time to explain. Can you all just meet me at the station?”
How the hell are we going to get to the local police station?
“We can’t all run in there, guns blazing. We need a plan,” The prof’s voice comes down the line clear and cool.
“Then make one on the way!” Bhodi snaps, his own frustration mirroring my own. “Where would they take her? The local station or to the mainland?”
“It depends on why they took her,” Reef answers.
“The murders and disappearances of course!” Bhodi yells, like it’s blindingly fucking obvious.
“Shit. Mainland then,” Reef replies. “A ferry leaves in ten minutes. Can we all make it?”
“Will Malia be on that ferry?” I demand. I need to see her. I need to know she’s alright. I want her to know that I’m coming for her, that I won’t give up until I’ve got her back.
