Dragonfly by Jax Hill 

This much we learned from Sig Scarr. He came and found us in the park, and dragged Torstein away from the crowds that now followed him everywhere.

He told us what had happened and said:

“Waverling’s out of control. He can’t go up against Nikolai.”

“Are Angel and the others in any danger? Would he hurt them?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Sig said. “I think he just wants to keep them quiet until he can get Sully back. Of course the other boy, Van, he’ll leave him with Nikolai.”

“All right,” Torstein said. “Then there’s no reason to panic. We just let Waverling do his job. He gets Sully back, he lets our friends out of jail, and then we work on how to get Van back once we’ve got his mom out of jail.”

Tartan, of course, had come with Sig. He was nosing all around us, looking for Sully. He knew someone was missing. He was a smart little dog.

Sig looked the same as he had at New Year’s Eve, tired and run down, with bloodshot eyes and hair that looked as if he ran his hands through it a lot. “You take a lot for granted, Torstein,” he said. “Best case scenario, Waverling gets Sully back and lets your friends out of jail. Worst case ... Nikolai decides to get back at whoever helped Caroline get away from him with his son and make sure it can never happen again.”

Torstein nodded.

“I understand,” he said. “Thank you, Sig.” He reached down and picked up Tartan, who licked his face. “I think you ought to take Tartan, go home and get your wife and daughter, and leave on vacation. Once you’re out of town, phone in your resignation. In a few days time, come back. My friends will be waiting for you.”

“Look, I can stay,” Sig said. “I can help you. You don’t know how this might play out.”

Torstein reached out and gripped Sig’s shoulder. “We love you, Sig, but you’ve never been one of us, you’ve never joined us, really. I can’t, I don’t want, to put you in danger.”

“I’ll join you now,” Sig said. “You’re going to need me.”

“Oh, yes,” Torstein said. “We’re going to need you. But not now, not in this. Do what I say. Disappear for a while.”

“And you?” Sig said.

“I’ll find you. Or my friends will, if I’m not here. Don’t worry.” He grabbed Sig’s face with his hand, pulled him close and kissed his forehead. “You’re maybe not convinced now, maybe you think I’m an idealist, or an idiot, I don’t know. But later, all will be well. Thank you, Sig.”

Sig shook his head, and turned to go, whistling for Tartan who jumped out of Torstein’s arms and ran along beside him.

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