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"Do not misunderstand," said Milos, still moving the pool net in a pointless figure eight. "I have a higher purpose now, and I am giving you this opportunity to be a part of it. You should not throw it away so lightly."
Allie looked toward Squirrel, who nervously brushed his hand over his bad mohawk. "C'mon, Milos," he whined. "We can't stay here--she won't like it! She won't like it!"
"Quiet!" growled Milos.
"What do you mean 'she'?" Allie asked Squirrel. "What 'she' are you talking about?"
Milos fumed at Squirrel, and Squirrel seemed to shrivel. Even the skull tattoos on his fleshie appeared to cringe.
Milos sighed, then gave her the full story. She almost wished he hadn't. "There is only one force in Everlost worth aligning with," Milos told her. "You know of whom I speak. She has ideas ... she has vision ... and so do I."
Allie was shocked, but not entirely surprised. Milos was all about jockeying for higher position. It made perfect sense that he would set his sights on Mary.
"You once told me that skinjacking can change the world," Milos said. "Well, Mary Hightower has envisioned a way to do that, and I am a part of her plan. You should be too."
"I won't have anything to do with Mary Hightower," she told him.
"How can you be so naive?" Milos said, a little too loudly. "Who do you think can help you? Your friend the Ogre? I can assure you that Mary will defeat him, if she has not done so already."
"Yeah, yeah!" said Squirrel, chuckling as he imagined it. "I'll bet she's gettin' him real good there at Graceland."
Allie snapped her eyes to Squirrel. Nick was here in Memphis? Now?
Milos was even more angry at Squirrel than before. "Go clean the pool!" he snapped.
Squirrel grabbed the equipment clumsily, and moved down to the other end of the pool, looking guilty.
So Nick was here in Memphis, and Mary had pla
"Da
"S'all right, Mom," Allie said, just as Da
"You let them work, Da
"One year," said Milos. "One year with us, and then you will be free to go. That is my offer."
Allie was about to tell him exactly where he could go, with or without a coin to get him there, but then she thought about Da
--There's an ogre? What kind of ogre? Is he bad?--
It had only taken two weeks for her to know this boy better than any other human being, and she couldn't help but care about him. In any other situation, her refusal to give in to Milos's demands would mark her integrity and self-respect, but here it would mark nothing but selfishness ... because by refusing Milos, she'd be condemning Da
"C'mon, c'mon--we gotta go!" nagged Squirrel. "Jill and Moose are waiting at the bridge!"
Milos ignored him. "This is the last time I ask you. Do you wish to be free or not?"
Allie took a deep breath and closed her eyes. But they weren't her eyes to close, were they? As much as she hated it, there was only one answer she could give. "Yes," she told him. "If you can get me out of here, then the answer is yes. I'll do whatever you want."
Milos smiled. "Very good. Now tell the boy to come out."
Da
It's all right, Da
"What do you want?" Da
"I just want to help." Milos looked at the pool, then back to Da
Da
"Very good," said Milos. "Then this will be easy."
And without warning he reached out, grabbed Da
Mary Hightower's warnings against skinjackers were all so much hot air--nothing but empty worries--that is, until she had skinjackers in her own employ. That's when she realized how powerful and dangerous skinjackers could be. Such power in the wrong hands could be devastating--which was the reason why she desperately needed Allie the Outcast either reformed or neutralized.
Milos had offered to find Allie in Memphis, and take care of it personally.
"If you can do it, then do it," Mary had told Milos, "but don't let it distract you from your mission. There is no margin for error."
"We shall find her quickly, and get back to the river in time to help Jill and Moose," he had said. "I promise I will not disappoint you." It was his idea to have the Sniffer seek Allie out. Mary was impressed by his quick thinking and resourcefulness. She had once told Pugsy Capone that they were a team, but that was just a means to an end. This partnership with Milos was very different, and he kept proving himself time and time again to be a worthy counterpart. In time, Mary dared to hope that someday he might even take Nick's place in her heart.
"I know you won't disappoint me," she had told Milos. "In fact, I expect I'll be pleasantly surprised by you again."
--Swim, Da
--I can't!--
--Just move your arms and legs!--
--But it's not working!--
--It's not that hard--
--I don't know how!--
As they floundered in the pool, Allie seized control, but the same muscle memory that had worked in her favor before now failed her miserably. The same body that was so adept at climbing trees could not perform the motions that would keep it afloat. Da
Panicked, Da
This was Milos's plan! Allie should have realized it. There was only one way to separate a soul that's bound to a body. She should have known! --I'm scared-- cried Da
--I'll save you!--Allie told him-- Somehow I'll save you!--She had promised that Milos wouldn't hurt him, and he did. She was an accomplice to this, whether she liked it or not.
Another gasp of water. Their arms thrashed as their body sank. Angry squirms of darkness bore in from the edge of their vision. Da
--Help us! Somebody help us!--
The living world closed in ... then it went away ... the pain faded ... and for the second time, Allie Johnson died.