“Really?” she asked. But she was running out of things she wanted to know and trying to think of what to ask next to keep him talking. “Well, I’ve got another question. Why take me? Aren’t there local girls …”
“That’s just the problem. They’re local. You’re from a powerful family in Kilcoole, and they think you’re special because you drive a snocle Your family and friends in Kilcoole shoot their mouths off a lot about how mines are so evil for the planet. Maybe if they know mining the planet is in your best interests, they’ll be a little quieter. Really,” he said. “It’s been real nice chatting with you, baby, but now that we know each other better, I want to get to know you real well. So are you going to come over here to me, or are you going to tempt me to get a little rough? Both ways are fine with me.”
Bunny backed away from him, and he rose and lunged across the table she’d been using as a shield.
She dodged and ran, but was as trapped as she’d ever been. She knew she couldn’t elude his grasp forever, and even though she had the weapon, he was bigger and stronger than she and not much out of shape either. She knew she had no chance against him in a fight, but she could keep out of his way as long as possible. She jumped back to where the trapdoor was and risked slowing long enough to pull at the ring. She pulled the door partially open, hoping against hope that she could slide down into it before he caught her.
The door was heavier than she thought, and he was quicker. He grabbed her hair and jerked her across the open door, as she screamed and beat at him with one hand while reaching for the ice pick with her other.
The planet had not been Petrasealed to death in the lower cavern, but it had been gouged and blasted. There was a pool there, too, foul from chemicals and dense with residue from the damage that had been done.
Diego touched the scars and felt as if he were seeing the wreck his father had been all over again: he was so full of sadness and pain.
Krisuk, who had grown up with this particular place, but grown gradually accustomed to its death through Satok’s machinations over the years, touched the blasted areas once and reeled back as if he’d been punched.
Both boys stood at the juncture to the corridor, shaking.
“How could you let him do that?” Diego accused.
“We didn’t know he was doing anything in here!” Krisuk said. “We thought it was all buried, like he said. You forget there’s a wall between this and the outer cave, and a lot of tunnel between. There’s got to be. We feel the mountain shake sometimes, but it’s not like you hear anything.”
The truth of the last statement was sharply illustrated for the boys as they stepped from the Petrasealed inner cave into the meeting room and through the bush, out into the cold wind whipping down the pass. The rock Bunny had been sitting on was empty.
“Bunny?” Diego asked. “Dinah?”
A whimper rode down the wind from the path above them.
Diego scrambled up the path, almost tripping over Dinah’s prostrate form. He began feeling the dog all over, which was difficult because there was a lot of blood. She was terribly still when he first began, but her respiration’s picked up a bit as he handled her.
Then he called for Bunny and called again, but he didn’t see her. Meanwhile, Krisuk ran back down the hill to his own house and flung the door open.
Diego picked Dinah up in his arms and stumbled down the hill after him. Krisuk had a lamp lit. The family was not in bed but hunched together around the table, staring guiltily toward the door.
Diego entered the house and carried Dinah’s body to the table. He knew from the expressions of the Connellys that they knew exactly what had happened to the horses, the dog, and Bunny.
“What kind of people are you anyway?”