Reunion Read online

Page 18


  “See?” The first EMT grinned down at me. “Singing like a canary. You’re not going to have to worry about running into him in school on Monday. Not for a real long time.”

  Was Michael confessing? I wondered. And if so, what about? About the Angels? About what he’d done to the Rambler?

  Or was he merely explaining to the detective what had happened to him? That he’d been attacked by some unseen, unmanageable force—the same force that had broken my ribs, split open my head, and busted my lip?

  The detective didn’t look as if anything Michael was telling him was all that extraordinary. But I happen to know from experience that this is the way detectives always look.

  Just as they were closing the ambulance doors, Father Dominic cried, “Don’t worry, Susannah. I’ll tell your mother where to find you.”

  Can I just tell you that if this was supposed to comfort me, it totally didn’t.

  But right after that the morphine kicked in. And I found that, happily, I didn’t care anymore.

  Chapter

  Nineteen

  “This,” Gina said, “is so not how I pictured spending my spring break.”

  “Hey.” I looked up from the copy of Cosmo she’d brought me. “I said I was sorry. What more do you want?”

  Gina seemed surprised by the vehemence in my tone.

  “I’m not saying I haven’t had fun,” she said. “I’m just saying it’s not how I pictured it.”

  “Oh, right.” I tossed the magazine aside. “Yeah, it’s been real fun, visiting me in the hospital.”

  I couldn’t talk very fast with the stitches in my lip. Nor could I enunciate too well, either. I had no idea how I looked—my mother had instructed everyone, including the hospital staff, not to allow me access to mirrors, which of course led me to believe that I looked hideous; it had probably been a wise move, however, considering how I get when all I’ve got is a zit. Still, one thing for sure, I certainly sounded stupid.

  “It’s just for a few more hours,” Gina said. “Until they get the results of your second MRI. If it comes out normal, you’re free to go. And you and I can hit the beach again. And this time”—she glanced at the door to my private room to make sure it was all the way closed and no one could overhear her—“there won’t be any pesky ghosts to ruin everything.”

  Well, that much was true, anyway. Michael’s arrest, while anticlimactic, had nevertheless satisfied the Angels. They probably would have preferred to see him dead, but once Father Dominic convinced them of how miserable a sensitive boy like Michael was going to find the California penal system, they snapped right out of their murderous rage. They even asked Father Dominic to tell Jesse and me that they were sorry about the whole beating us into a bloody pulp thing.

  I, for one, was not exactly ready to forgive them, even after Father D. had assured me that the Angels had moved on to their afterlife destinations—whatever those might be—and would be troubling me no more.

  Jesse’s opinion on the matter I did not know. He had not deigned to grace either Father Dom or me with his presence since the night the Angels had attacked us. He was, I feared, extremely upset with me. Seeing as how the whole thing had been my fault, I didn’t exactly blame him. Still, I wished he’d stop by, if only to yell at me some more. I missed him. More, I knew, than was probably healthy.

  Damn that Madame Zara, anyway, for being right.

  “You should hear what everyone at school is saying about you,” Gina said. She was perched on the end of my hospital bed, already clad in her bikini, over which she’d thrown a leopard print baby doll dress. She wanted to waste as little time as possible when we finally got to the beach.

  “Oh, yeah?” I tried to drag my thoughts from Jesse. It wasn’t easy. “What are they saying?”

  “Well, your friend CeeCee’s writing this story about you in the school paper…you know, the whole amateur sleuth angle of it all, how you caught on that it was Michael who’d committed all these heinous crimes and set out to trap him—”

  “Something,” I said dryly, “that I’m sure she heard from you.”

  Gina looked innocent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Adam sent you those”—Gina pointed at an enormous bouquet of pink roses on the window sill—“and Mr. Walden, according to Jake, is taking up a collection to get you a complete set of Nancy Drew books. He apparently thinks you have a crime-solving fixation.”

  Mr. Walden was right about that. But my fixation wasn’t on solving crimes.

  “Oh, and your stepdad’s thinking about buying a Mustang to replace the Rambler,” Gina informed me.

  I made a face, then regretted it. It was hard to make expressions of any kind with my sore lip, not to mention the stitches in my scalp.

  “A Mustang?” I shook my head. “How are we all supposed to fit into a Mustang?”

  “Not for you guys. For himself. He’s giving you guys the Land Rover.”

  Well, that, at least, made sense.

  “What about…” I wanted to ask her about Jesse. After all, she was sharing a room with him—alone, thanks to my being held overnight in the hospital for observation. The thing is, she didn’t know it. About Jesse, I mean. I still hadn’t told her about him.

  And now, well, there didn’t seem to be any reason to. Not now that he wasn’t speaking to me anymore.

  “What about Michael?” I asked instead. None of my other visitors—my mother and stepfather; Sleepy, Dopey, and Doc; CeeCee and Adam; even Father Dom—would tell me anything about him. The doctors had advised them that the topic might be “too painful” for me to discuss.

  As if. You want to know what’s painful? I’ll tell you what’s painful. Having two broken ribs, and knowing that for weeks, you’re going to have wear a one-piece to the beach in order to hide the black and blue marks.

  “Michael?” Gina shrugged. “Well, you were right. What you said about him keeping stuff on his computer. The police got a warrant and confiscated his PC, and it was all there—journals, e-mails, the schematics of the Rambler’s brake system. Plus they found the wrench he used. You know, on the bolts that held the guardrail in place? They matched the metal tracings. And the clippers he used to snip the Rambler’s brake line. They got brake fluid off the blades. The boy didn’t do such a good job cleaning up after himself, it appears.”

  I’ll say.

  He was arrested on four counts of first-degree murder—the RLS Angels—and six counts of attempted murder: five for those of us who’d been in the Rambler the afternoon the brakes had given out, and one for what the police were convinced Michael had done to me out at the Point.

  I didn’t correct them. I mean, it wasn’t like I was about to sit there and go, “Uh, yeah, about my injuries? Yeah, Michael didn’t inflict them. No, the ghosts of his victims did that because I wouldn’t let them kill him.”

  I figured it was just as well to let them go on thinking it was Michael who was responsible for my broken ribs and the fourteen stitches in my scalp…not to mention the two in my lip. I mean, after all, he’d been trying to kill me. The Angels had just interrupted him. If you thought about it, they’d actually saved my life.

  Yeah. So they could kill me themselves.

  “So listen,” Gina was saying. “Your grounding—you know, for sneaking out and getting into a car with Michael when your mother had told you expressly not to—isn’t supposed to start until after I leave. I say we spend the next four days at the beach. I mean, there’s no way you’re going to school. Not with broken ribs. You wouldn’t be able to sit down. But you can certainly lie down, you know, on a towel. I should be able to talk your mom into letting you do that, at least.”

  “Sounds good to me,” I said.

  “Ex,” Gina said. She apparently meant excellent, only she’d shortened it—much in the way Sleepy often shortened words because he was too lazy to say all the syllables. Thus pizza became “ ’za,” Gina became “G.” She had, I realized, more in common with Sleepy than I’d ever guessed.
/>   “I’m going to get a Diet Coke,” she said, climbing down from my bed—careful not to jostle the mattress since the nurse had already come in twice and warned her not to. Like I hadn’t consumed enough Tylenol with codeine to block out the pain. Somebody could have dropped a safe on my head and I probably wouldn’t have felt it.

  “You want?” Gina asked, pausing by the door.

  “Sure,” I said. “Just make sure—”

  “Yeah, yeah,” she said over her shoulder as the door swung slowly shut behind her. “I’ll find a straw somewhere.”

  Alone in my room, I adjusted the pillows behind me carefully, and then sat there, staring at nothing. People who are on as many painkillers as I was tend to do that a lot.

  But I wasn’t thinking about nothing. I was thinking, actually, about what Father Dominic had told me when he’d visited a few hours ago. In what could only be the cruelest of ironies, the morning after Michael’s arrest, his sister, Lila Meducci, had wakened from her coma.

  Oh, it wasn’t like she’d sat up and asked for a bowl of Cheerios, or anything. She was still severely messed up. According to Father D., it was going to take her months, even years, of rehabilitation to get her back to the way she’d been before the accident—if ever. It would be a long, long time before she’d be able to walk, talk, even eat on her own again like she used to.

  But she was alive. She was alive and she was conscious. It wasn’t much of a consolation prize for poor Mrs. Meducci, but it was something.

  It was as I was reflecting over the vagaries of life that I heard a rustle. I turned my head just in time to catch Jesse trying to dematerialize.

  “Oh, no, you don’t,” I said, sitting up—and jolting my ribs quite painfully, I’d like to add. “You come back here right now.”

  He came back, a sheepish expression on his face.

  “I thought you were asleep,” he said. “So I decided to come back later.”

  “Baloney,” I said. “You saw I was awake, so you decided to come back later when you were sure I was asleep.” I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe what I’d caught him trying to do. This hurt, I discovered, way more than my ribs. “What, you’re only going to visit me when I’m unconscious now? Is that it?”

  “You’ve been through an ordeal,” Jesse said. He looked more uncomfortable than I’d ever seen him. “Your mother—back at the house—I heard her tell everyone they weren’t to do anything to upset you.”

  “Seeing you won’t upset me,” I said.

  I was hurt. I really was. I mean, I’d known Jesse was mad at me for what I’d done—you know, that whole tricking-Michael-into-coming-out-to-the-Point-so-the-RLS-Angels-could-kill-him thing—but to not even want to talk to me anymore…

  Well, that was harsh.

  The hurt I felt must have shown in my face since when Jesse spoke, it was in the gentlest voice I’d ever heard him use.

  “Susannah,” he said. “I—”

  “No,” I interrupted him. “Let me go first. Jesse, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for that whole thing last night. It was all my fault. I can’t believe I did it. And I’ll never, ever forgive myself for dragging you into it.”

  “Susannah—”

  “I am the worst mediator,” I went on. Once I had the ball rolling, I found it was hard to stop it. “The worst one that ever lived. I should be thrown out of the mediator organization. Seriously. I can’t believe I actually did something that stupid. And I wouldn’t blame you if you never spoke to me again. Only—” I looked up at him, aware that there were tears in my eyes. Only this time, I wasn’t ashamed to let him see them. “It’s just that you’ve got to understand: He tried to kill my family. And I couldn’t let him get away with that. Can you understand that?”

  Jesse did something then that he’d never done before. I doubt he’ll ever do it again, either.

  And it happened so fast, I wasn’t even sure afterward if it had really happened, or if, in my drugged-out state, I imagined it.

  But I’m pretty sure he reached out and touched my cheek.

  That’s all. Sorry if I got your hopes up. He just touched my cheek, the only part of me, I imagine, that wasn’t scraped, bruised, or broken.

  But I didn’t care. He’d touched my cheek. Grazed it, actually, with the backs of his fingers, not the tips. Then he dropped his hand.

  “Yes, querida,” he said. “I understand.”

  My heart started beating so fast, I was certain he could hear it. Plus, I probably don’t need to tell you, my ribs really, really ached. Each pulse seemed to send my heart slamming into them.

  “And the only reason I got so angry was because I didn’t want to see this happen to you.”

  On the word this, he gestured toward my face. I must, I realized, have looked pretty bad.

  But I didn’t care. He’d touched my cheek. His touch had been gentle and, for a ghost, warm.

  Am I pathetic, or what, that a simple gesture like that could make me so head-over-heels happy?

  I said, idiotically, “I’ll be all right. I won’t even need any plastic surgery, they said.”

  As if a guy born in 1830 even knows what plastic surgery is. God, can I spoil a mood, or what?

  Still, Jesse didn’t exactly draw away. He stood there looking down at me like he wanted to say more. I was perfectly willing to let him, too. Especially if he called me querida again.

  Only it turned out he didn’t call me anything. Because at that moment Gina came bursting back into the room clutching two cans of soda in her hands.

  “Guess what?” she said as Jesse shimmered, and then, with a smile to me, disappeared. “I ran into your mom in the hallway, and she said to tell you your second MRI came out normal, and you can start getting ready to go home. She’s having all the paperwork done right now. Isn’t that great?”

  I grinned at her, even though doing so hurt my split lip.

  “Great,” I said.

  Gina looked at me curiously. “What are you so happy about?” she wanted to know.

  I continued to grin at her. “You just said I get to go home.”

  “Yeah, but you looked happy before I said that.” Gina narrowed her eyes at me. “Suze. What gives? What’s going on?”

  “Oh,” I said, still smiling. “Nothing.”

  Suze’s supernatural misadventures

  continue in the fourth Mediator book,

  Darkest Hour

  The following is an excerpt:

  The Pebble Beach Hotel and Golf Resort prides itself on its efficiency. And it is, in fact, a very smoothly run operation. As a staff babysitter, it’s my responsibility, after punching in, to ask for my assignment for the day. That’s when I find out whether I’ll be washing strained carrots or burger fixings out of my hair after work. On the whole, I prefer burgers, but there’s something to be said for strained carrots: generally the people who eat them can’t talk back to you.

  When I heard my assignment for that particular day, however, I was disappointed, even though it was a burger-eater.

  “Simon, Susannah,” Caitlin called. “You’re assigned to Slater, Jack.”

  “For God’s sake,” I said to Caitlin, who was my supervisor. “I was stuck with Jack Slater yesterday. And the day before.”

  Caitlin is only two years older than me, but she treats me like I’m twelve. In fact, I’m sure the only reason she tolerates me is because of Sleepy: She is as warm for his form as every other girl on this planet…except, of course, me.

  “Jack’s parents,” Caitlin informed me, without even looking up from her clipboard, “requested you, Suze.”

  “Couldn’t you have said I was already taken?”

  Caitlin did look up then. She looked at me with cool, blue contact-lensed eyes. “Suze,” she said. “They like you.”

  I fiddled with my bathing suit straps. I was wearing the regulation navy blue swimsuit beneath my regulation navy blue Oxford T-shirt and khaki shorts. With pleats, no less. Appalling.

  I mentioned the uniform,
right? I mean, the part where I have to wear a uniform to work? No kidding. Every day. A uniform.

  If I’d known about the uniform beforehand, I never would have applied for the job.

  “Yeah,” I said. “I know they like me.”

  The feeling isn’t mutual. It isn’t that I don’t like Jack, although he’s easily the whiniest little kid I have ever met. I mean, you can see why he’s that way—just take a look at his parents, a pair of career-obsessed physicians who think dumping their kid off with a hotel babysitter for days on end while they go sailing and golfing is a fine family vacation.

  It’s actually Jack’s older brother I have the problem with. Well, not necessarily a problem…

  More like I would just rather avoid seeing him while I am wearing my incredibly unstylish Pebble Beach Hotel and Golf Resort uniform khaki shorts.

  Yeah. The ones with the pleats in them.

  Except, of course, that every time I’ve run into the guy since he and his family arrived at the resort last week, I’ve been wearing the stupid things.

  Not that I care, particularly, what Paul Slater thinks about me. I mean, my heart, to coin a phrase, belongs to another.

  Too bad he shows no signs whatsoever of actually wanting it. My heart, that is.

  Read all the

  Mediator books:

  THE MEDIATOR 1:

  Shadowland

  THE MEDIATOR 2:

  Ninth Key

  THE MEDIATOR 3:

  Reunion

  THE MEDIATOR 4:

  Darkest Hour

  THE MEDIATOR 5:

  Haunted

  THE MEDIATOR 6:

  Twilight

  About the Author

  Meg Cabot is also the author of the Princess Diaries series, upon which the Disney movies are based. In the books, though, Princess Mia has yield-sign-shaped hair, lives in New York, and Fat Louie is orange. And those are the least of the differences. The following is a complete list of the Princess Diaries books:

 

    Bridal Boot Camp Read onlineBridal Boot CampParty Princess Read onlineParty PrincessPrincess in Waiting Read onlinePrincess in WaitingBeing Nikki Read onlineBeing NikkiAbandon Read onlineAbandonPrincess on the Brink Read onlinePrincess on the BrinkDarkest Hour Read onlineDarkest HourReunion Read onlineReunionPrincess in Pink Read onlinePrincess in PinkSweet Sixteen Princess Read onlineSweet Sixteen PrincessThe Princess Diaries Read onlineThe Princess DiariesAirhead Read onlineAirheadPrincess in the Spotlight Read onlinePrincess in the SpotlightNo Judgments Read onlineNo JudgmentsAll-American Girl Read onlineAll-American GirlPrincess in Love Read onlinePrincess in LoveForever Princess Read onlineForever PrincessHaunted Read onlineHauntedShadowland Read onlineShadowlandTwilight Read onlineTwilightPrincess Mia Read onlinePrincess MiaProposal Read onlineProposalRemembrance Read onlineRemembranceRansom My Heart Read onlineRansom My HeartUnderworld Read onlineUnderworldShadowland tm-1 Read onlineShadowland tm-1Size 14 Is Not Fat Either Read onlineSize 14 Is Not Fat EitherDarkest Hour tm-4 Read onlineDarkest Hour tm-4Airhead a-1 Read onlineAirhead a-1Royal Crush Read onlineRoyal CrushThe Princess Present (princess diaries) Read onlineThe Princess Present (princess diaries)Royal Crown Read onlineRoyal CrownRoyal Wedding: A Princess Diaries Novel (The Princess Diaries Book 11) Read onlineRoyal Wedding: A Princess Diaries Novel (The Princess Diaries Book 11)Princess Diaries, Vol. X: Forever Princess Read onlinePrincess Diaries, Vol. X: Forever PrincessRoyal Wedding Disaster Read onlineRoyal Wedding DisasterAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Glitter Girls and the Great Fake Out Read onlineAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Glitter Girls and the Great Fake OutSize 12 Is Not Fat hwm-1 Read onlineSize 12 Is Not Fat hwm-1Princess on the Brink pd-8 Read onlinePrincess on the Brink pd-8The New Girl Read onlineThe New GirlAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Moving Day Read onlineAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Moving DayCode Name Cassandra Read onlineCode Name CassandraMia Goes Fourth pd-4 Read onlineMia Goes Fourth pd-4Sanctuary 1-4 Read onlineSanctuary 1-4Missing You 1-5 Read onlineMissing You 1-5The Mediator 6: Twilight Read onlineThe Mediator 6: TwilightAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Best Friends and Drama Queens Read onlineAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Best Friends and Drama QueensThe Boy Next Door Read onlineThe Boy Next DoorEvery Boy's Got One Read onlineEvery Boy's Got OnePrincess Mia pd-9 Read onlinePrincess Mia pd-9Haunted tm-5 Read onlineHaunted tm-5Overbite Read onlineOverbitePrincess Lessons Read onlinePrincess LessonsShe Went All the Way Read onlineShe Went All the WayGive Me Five pd-5 Read onlineGive Me Five pd-5Twilight tm-6 Read onlineTwilight tm-6Jinx Read onlineJinxRunaway (Airhead #3) Read onlineRunaway (Airhead #3)Queen of Babble Gets Hitched qob-3 Read onlineQueen of Babble Gets Hitched qob-3Forever Princess pd-10 Read onlineForever Princess pd-10Queen of Babble Read onlineQueen of BabbleBoy Meets Girl b-3 Read onlineBoy Meets Girl b-3Pants on Fire Read onlinePants on FireBig Boned ху-3 Read onlineBig Boned ху-3Princess' Diaries pd-1 Read onlinePrincess' Diaries pd-1Size 14 Is Not Fat Either hwm-2 Read onlineSize 14 Is Not Fat Either hwm-2Awaken a-3 Read onlineAwaken a-3Queen Of Babble: In The Big City qob-2 Read onlineQueen Of Babble: In The Big City qob-2Nicola and the Viscount Read onlineNicola and the ViscountAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Stage Fright Read onlineAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Stage FrightSize 12 and Ready to Rock Read onlineSize 12 and Ready to RockPerfect Princess Read onlinePerfect PrincessThe Bride Wore Size 12 Read onlineThe Bride Wore Size 121-800-Where-R-You: Missing You Read online1-800-Where-R-You: Missing YouHow to Be Popular Read onlineHow to Be PopularQueen of Babble Bundle with Bonus Material Read onlineQueen of Babble Bundle with Bonus MaterialAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Blast from the Past Read onlineAllie Finkle's Rules for Girls: Blast from the PastPrincess in the Spotlight pd-2 Read onlinePrincess in the Spotlight pd-2Ready or Not Read onlineReady or NotThe Princess Diaries I Read onlineThe Princess Diaries IParty Princess pd-7 Read onlineParty Princess pd-7Third Time Lucky pd-3 Read onlineThird Time Lucky pd-3Stage Fright Read onlineStage FrightFrom the Notebooks of a Middle School Princess Read onlineFrom the Notebooks of a Middle School PrincessNotebooks of a Middle-School Princess Bridesmaid-in-Training Read onlineNotebooks of a Middle-School Princess Bridesmaid-in-TrainingBoy Meets Girl Read onlineBoy Meets GirlMissing You Read onlineMissing YouThe Twilight Read onlineThe TwilightSize 12 Is Not Fat Read onlineSize 12 Is Not FatCode Name Cassandra 1-2 Read onlineCode Name Cassandra 1-2Valentine Princess Read onlineValentine PrincessProject Princess Read onlineProject PrincessReunion tm-3 Read onlineReunion tm-3Remembrance: A Mediator Novel Read onlineRemembrance: A Mediator NovelWhen Lightning Strikes 1-1 Read onlineWhen Lightning Strikes 1-1Safe House 1-3 Read onlineSafe House 1-3Teen Idol Read onlineTeen IdolQueen of Babble Gets Hitched Read onlineQueen of Babble Gets HitchedGlitter Girls and the Great Fake Out Read onlineGlitter Girls and the Great Fake OutMoving Day Read onlineMoving DayInsatiable Read onlineInsatiableAll American Girl Read onlineAll American GirlThe Boy Is Back + Every Boy's Got One Bundle Read onlineThe Boy Is Back + Every Boy's Got One BundleBig Boned Read onlineBig BonedAwaken Read onlineAwakenPrincess in Training pd-6 Read onlinePrincess in Training pd-6