Tamara dragged them out of the store by the backs of their shirts. Main Street was mostly deserted. A few cars drove up and down, but nobody gave them a second look.
“Karate-chopping ninjas in a mudslide?” Tamara gave Aaron and Call a dark look. “Could you guys try to lay low?” She stopped in front of an ATM. “I’ve got to get some money out.”
“Speaking of lying low, I’ve heard they can trace your ATM card,” said Jasper. “You know, using the Internet.”
Call wondered if he’d thrown away his phone for nothing.
“The police can,” said Aaron. “Not the Magisterium.”
“How do you know?”
“Well, we have to risk it,” said Tamara. “That was all the rest of our cash, that twenty bucks, and we’re going to need more gas and food.”
Still, her hand shook a little as she took out the money and stuffed it in her wallet.
Bits and Bytes turned out to be a sandwich shop with a row of computers where you could rent Internet time, a dollar an hour.
Aaron went to buy sandwiches while Call logged in. He typed latitude and longitude into Google, which took him to a page that calculated both from an address. He pressed the reverse lookup button and entered the numbers he had.
Then he held his breath.
The map showed a location quickly enough, although there was no address associated with it, just the words Monument Island, Harpswell, Maine. According to the map, there were no roads on it and no houses. He doubted there was a ferry, either.
Even worse, when he typed in the directions, the computer said it would take fifteen hours to drive there. Fifteen hours! And Alastair had a head start. What if he was already there? What if he’d taken a plane?
For a moment, terrible panic overwhelmed Call. The screen in front of him flickered. The lights shuddered. Jasper looked in Call’s direction, sneering.
“Maybe someone went through the Gate of Control too soon,” he said under his breath.
“Easy.” Aaron put a hand on Call’s shoulder. Steadying him.
Call stood up abruptly, fighting for breath. “I’ve got to …”
“You’ve got to what?” Aaron looked at him strangely.
“Print,” Call said. “I’ve got to print. The directions.” He staggered over to the register. “Do you guys have a printer?”
The girl behind the counter nodded. “Three dollars a page, though.”
Call glanced at Tamara. “Can we?”
She sighed. “It’s a necessary expense. Go ahead.”
Call sent the directions to print. Now all three of them were looking at him strangely. “Is something wrong?” Aaron said.
“It’s in Maine,” Call said. “Fifteen hours away by car.”
Aaron looked up from his ham-and-provolone sandwich with a shocked expression. “Seriously?”
“Could have been worse,” Jasper said, surprising Call. “Could have been Alaska.”
Tamara glanced around and then back at Call. Her brown eyes were very serious. “You sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure I have to,” he said.
She took a bite out of her sandwich. “Well, eat up, everyone,” she said. “I guess we’re going on a road trip to Maine.”
After lunch, they got back to the car, dumping their backpacks in the back. Call walked Havoc and fed him two roast beef sandwiches and then tipped a bottle of water so he could lap at it. The Chaos-ridden wolf ate and drank with surprising daintiness.
Call drove, with Tamara acting as copilot while Jasper and Aaron pillowed their heads on Havoc’s furry back and napped. Jasper must have been pretty exhausted to deign to sleep on a Chaos-ridden animal. Hours passed like this.