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o” She rode on, silent, lost in thought Well, she asked herself, what are you doing, Dekka? Are you hiding or are you fighting?

Part of her desperately wanted to find Sam and Astrid She’d been Sa all the decisions She, like most of the kids of the FAYZ, had left that burden on his shoulders

No, she wasn’t doing that to Sam

Finally, Ar on her “Wanna knohat I’ve been thinking?”

“Yeah?”

“The Port of Los Angeles”

Dekka digested that for ure it out, and said, “Why?”

“Because people think they can drug a guy like s people don’t think I hear,” Ar rock, the Mother Rock, DiMarco calls it That’s where it’s going LA”

A warning light went on in Dekka’s head Soeles No, not so, exactly; estion before Like it had been whispered to her in a dream

“I ht over hide”

“Why assume that?”

Arh “Well, hey, I don’t know you, but I’irl who hides”

Oh, but I have been hiding, she thought I’ve been hiding for four years

It came to her then that if she couldn’t talk to Sauess what his ansould be Hisand Brianna’s

“Neither of us has a phone,” Dekka said “We should pick up a map”