"According to local travel maps, and even what we can pull off the Internet," said Calista, "the only thing due north of here is endless miles of ocea.... But I know the equipment is not malfunctioning, so there's something out there." "Sounds to me like somebody doesn't want to be found," said Rhiannon. "How old are these maps, and the information you're accessing, Calista?" "They're both dated within the last year." "That's just what I'd expect from someone who's trying to hide something. . "Shecould make some money and expand her wardrobe. We'd save a fortunebased on how many outfits she buys." But she's our son!" Dad fought back. "You're sitting here, calling himshe, and acting like it's no big deal for him to model girl's clothes." Yes, she is," mom patiently countered. "But even as Richie, he's moregirl than boy. Remember when you first saw him in that Lolita dress forthe festival? Did you see your teenage son?"Dad gave me another one of those weird stares that seemed to go on. Right out of some bad movie, cities fell as the infected took over. His decision was simple. Go to the shelter and lock himself inside. Wait till it all blew over or he died from whatever would kill him.Almost a year later, he had seen very few people. He had some periscopes and ways to look outside. He would see the occasional zombie, but nothing to be concerned about. When he felt really bold, he would leave the shelter and do some hunting. He would always bring both a fully automatic AR-15. Sound about right?”Garry stared at him until his eyes twitched. Every word Jack said was right, and Garry was going to boil over any moment as Jack rubbed it in how stupid the man was. He wasn’t stupid, of course. Antoinette was just really fucking smart, and even she couldn’t have put this together without Jack’s help. Even she didn’t anticipate how important Roland had been to Garry. But, better Garry didn’t know it was her plan, not yet. Probably not ever.“Jack ... you’ve crossed a fucking.