What now?
Bloody, effing hel .
“He doesn’t know I’m cal ing you,” I told her.
Silence again.
I took a deep breath and forged ahead. “I know about Caitlin. I just found out.”
More silence, again it was loaded.
“Ms. Mason?”
“Cal me Lana.”
That was nice too.
“Lana, do you talk to Mace?” I asked.
“Mace?” she sounded confused.
“Erm, it’s what his friends cal Kai here. Mace.” There was a pause then I heard her say quietly, “That doesn’t sound like my son. He’s not a Mace.” This made me sad. In the picture I saw that day when Mace was holding his sister, he didn’t look like a Mace. He looked like a Kai.
He was definitely a Mace now.
“Do you speak with him?” I asked.
“I haven’t heard from him in nearly seven years.” Gut kick, sure and true. In fact, it was the gut kick to end all gut kicks.
It made me hurt, for Mace and for Lana.
“Oh, Lana,” I breathed when I found my voice.
“Why are you cal ing?” she asked, her voice getting stronger.
“I…” I didn’t know what to say then I did. “I need your help.”
Then I told her about what was happening. Everything.
Sidney Carter. Linnie. Preston Mason. Even my parents.
And even Mace and my history.
I figured she had a right to know. Mace was her son. I took a chance and didn’t sugarcoat it either. I figured since Mace was her son, she had to make him who he was at least partly and I was guessing she gave him the good parts since Preston Mason didn’t have anything good to give and Mace had a lot of good parts so I was thinking her genes had to be stronger so she could hack it.
When I was done talking, immediately, Lana asked,
“What do you want me to do?”
I looked at Hector. He’d moved away and was sitting on the platform, watching me and scratching Juno’s head.
“I need you to come to Denver,” I told Lana, taking my eyes from Hector.
“Then what do you want me to do?” Lana went on.
“Nothing. Just come to Denver. I’l do the rest.”
“What’s the rest?”