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Автор Гретхен МакНил
JOSIE CROUCHED BEHIND THE PHOTON LASER module and aligned it with the beam splitter at the other end of the lab table. “Once we build the vacuum dome,” she said, making a minor adjustment to the laser’s trajectory, “this should work.”
“Should?” Penelope said.
Josie glanced at her lab partner. “There’s a reason no one’s been able to prove the Penrose Interpretation.”
Penelope snorted. “Because it’s unprovable?”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” Josie said, with an arch of her brow. “Would you also like to tell me why the sky is blue and the Earth is round?”
“Ha-ha.” Penelope bumped Josie out of the way with her hip and took her place behind the laser. “I don’t know how you talked me into doing
“We’re not going to fail.” Josie looked around the room at the array of textbook experiments their classmates were working on: balloons and static electricity, wave pools, concave mirrors. Total amateur hour, whereas she and Penelope were tackling Penrose’s wave-collapse theory of quantum gravity. It was like bringing a major leaguer to a T-ball game. “Mr. Baines grades on a curve. We’ll be fine.”
“We’d better be.” Penelope moved around the table. For the bazillionth time, she began carefully measuring out the positions of the one hundred or so mirrors they’d use in the experiment, noting their exact locations in her spiral notebook. Her straight black hair swished back and forth in front of her face as she scribbled furiously. “Are you sure you’re not just doing this as an FU to your mom?”
Josie stiffened. “Of course not.”
Penelope didn’t look up. “I don’t know. Seems like trying to prove an almost impossible theory that’s in direct conflict with the hypothesis your mom’s spent her entire career exploring is kind of a slap in the face.”
It was, of course. Josie knew it. Penelope knew it. If Josie’s mom had bothered to initiate an actual conversation with her daughter in the last six months, she’d probably know it too. But Josie wasn’t about to admit that in fourth-period physics.
“I’m worried about the laser,” she said, changing the subject. “I’m not sure it’s strong enough.”
Penelope calmly looked up at Josie with her almond-shaped eyes. A grin crept across her face. “We could always borrow the experimental laser your mom has up at her lab.”
“No way,” Josie said.
“Oh, come on! It’s perfect.”
Josie held firm. “We cannot use the hundred-kilovolt X-ray free-electron prototype from my mom’s lab, okay? Get over it.”
Penelope wasn’t about to give up. “Maybe you could have your dad borrow it? For legitimate work purposes? And then if it just
“My dad moved out last weekend,” Josie interrupted in a clipped tone.
She hadn’t told anyone yet, except Nick, and only because he’d picked her up for a date ten minutes after Josie’s dad had broken the news that he’d rented an apartment in Landover.
“Oh,” Penelope said, her eyes wide. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” It wasn’t.
Penelope opened her mouth to say something, when the loudspeaker in the classroom crackled to life.
“What now?” Penelope groaned.
“Quiet down, everyone,” Mr. Baines said. The murmur in the classroom dulled.
Josie checked her watch. A special announcement five minutes before the end of the school day? That was weird.
The classroom erupted into agitated whispers. “What?” Penelope squeaked. “Another one?”
Josie arched an eyebrow. “Animal attack? In Bowie, Maryland?”
“Shh!” Penelope hissed.
Principal Meyers paused and cleared his throat with that kind of dry, forced cough a kid makes when they’re trying to convince Mom and Dad they’re too sick to go to school.
“Other perpetrator?” Josie said. “What the hell does that mean?”
But Principal Meyers offered no response to Josie’s question. The loudspeaker popped once, twice, and fell silent.
THE END-OF-DAY BELL PEALED THROUGH THE classroom, jarring everyone into action.
“Don’t forget,” Mr. Baines shouted above the commotion of screeching chairs, backpack zippers, and the almost choral musicality of thirty cell phones all being powered on at once. “Final review of your projects tomorrow. Be prepared to defend your hypotheses.”
“How can I think about my science project after that?” Penelope clutched Josie’s backpack as they slowly filed out of the room. “Other perpetrator. See? I knew the police were covering up for a serial killer.”
Josie half turned around. “Who said anything about a serial killer?”
“Sixteen dead bodies in six months, their gruesome, dismembered, and half-eaten remains left in the woods in the dead of night?” Penelope almost sounded excited as she described the murder scenes. “Please, this is classic serial-killer territory.”
Josie laughed. “Okay, CSI.”
“Fine, don’t believe me.” Penelope trotted alongside her in the crowded hallway. “But it fits. The pattern, the escalation. And now we’ve had two murders in the last week alone.” She paused and dropped her voice. “I’m sure this animal-attack crap is just a cover-up so the population won’t panic and descend into martial law.”
Ah, that was the Penelope Josie had known for years. The lovable conspiracy theorist who spent most of her free time combing antigovernment blogs and with each passing day became increasingly convinced that Big Brother was watching her. “Pen, you’re blowing this way out of proportion.”
“No, I’m not,” Penelope said, sounding hurt. “I never blow anything out of proportion.”
Josie planted her hands on her hips. “Remember that time you were convinced your eighty-year-old neighbor was a spy for the Venezuelan government? Or what about when you almost electrocuted yourself trying to find the hidden listening devices the NSA had installed in the walls of your house?”
Penelope pursed her lips. “Still no proof I was wrong about either, thank you very much.”
“Hey!” a familiar voice called out through the postclass crush of bodies. Josie spun around and caught her breath as she spied the tall, black-haired figure of her boyfriend, Nick Fiorino, threading his way through the crowd.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Nick said, planting a kiss on Josie’s cheek. “Miss me?”
Nick pulled her close and Josie let out an audible sigh. Out of the corner of her eye, she could have sworn she saw Penelope grimace.
“Can you believe they found another body?” Nick shook his head. “How many is that now? Like a dozen?”
“Sixteen,” Penelope said quickly. “Although coverupcadet.com suggests the actual number may be more like two dozen, if you take into account the missing-persons reports of the last six months and cross-reference them against people known to be in the vicinity of a wooded area.” She chuckled nervously. “This is why I don’t leave the house.”
“Wow, Pen,” Nick said. “That’s, um . . .” He glanced sidelong at Josie, grasping for words.
“Insane?” Josie suggested.
“Fine, don’t believe me.” Penelope narrowed her eyes. “But we’ll see who’s insane when the feds catch the serial killer. Later.” Then she turned on her heel and marched off down the hall.
“I don’t think she likes me,” Nick half joked.
Josie smiled at him. “You know how Pen is with . . . people.”
Her friend Madison’s meticulously groomed head of curls popped up beside Nick. “Can you believe it?” she said, slightly out of breath. “Another body!”
“I know, right?” Josie said.
A look of concern passed over her best friend’s face. “Don’t take that shortcut through the woods anymore, okay, Josie? If there’s an animal out there stalking people, I don’t want you to be the next victim.”
Josie smiled. It was sweet that Madison was concerned about her. “Don’t worry,” she said lightly. “Penelope thinks it’s actually a serial killer, so it’s cool.”
Madison’s eyes grew wide. “A serial killer?”
“Let’s not go there,” Nick said.
“Anyway,” Madison said, “Josie, what are you doing after school?”
Josie sighed. “I have to drive to Landover before my shift at the Coffee Crush.”
“Landover?” Madison said.
“Yeah.” Josie dropped her eyes. “I have to go pick something up from my dad’s new place.”
“Your dad’s new place . . .” Madison’s voice trailed off as she processed Josie’s words.
Josie sucked in a breath as she felt Nick’s hand grip her shoulder. Ugh. Better to just get it all out in the open. “My dad moved out last weekend.” The words tumbled on top of one another as they raced out of her mouth. “Movers accidentally took the old mirror my mom used to keep up in her lab. ...