Brodi Ashton: Evertrue

“Jules just texted. She and Tara Bolton want to know if we’re up for a concert. Apparently the Deads are doing a surprise gig in Salt Lake.”

My eyes went wide. “Cole’s back in town. That means . . .”

“That means we have plans tonight.” He grabbed my arms and looked into my eyes. “Cole would never leave your heart in another city. He wouldn’t risk it being so far from him. And I don’t think he’d chance taking it with him to a concert. I bet it’s at the condo now. Which means tonight we’re going to find your heart.”

NOW

The Surface. Home.

Iraced through a dinner of pizza and wilted salad with my dad and Tommy. It reminded me that if my life ever got back to normal, I was going to make some changes of the nutritional variety around here.

I shoved the last pepperoni into my mouth and put my napkin down on my plate.

My dad froze with his full piece of pizza halfway to his mouth. “Is there some speed-eating award you’re going for tonight?”

Tommy giggled.

“No. I’m just getting ready to go out with Jack,” I said, pushing myself back from the table. “May I be excused?”

“That’s fine. But don’t be too late. Summer school starts tomorrow, right?”

I sighed. As if he didn’t know. As if he didn’t make special arrangements with Mrs. Stone to allow me into the class even though my grades weren’t exactly stellar.

My dad still had hope for my academic excellence.

“I’ll be there.” Right after I break into the Dead Elvises’ condo and retrieve my missing heart.

I stood up and ruffled Tommy’s hair as I walked out of the kitchen. Jack would be waiting for me in my room to make our plans. My stomach erupted in butterflies. Breaking and entering.

This was a first for me.

Midnight. The parking lot of Cole’s condo.

There were no lights on inside Cole’s place.

At least I guessed there were no lights on. I couldn’t see every angle from where I sat in the passenger seat of Jack’s car.

Jack opened the brown paper bag at his feet and took out one of the black ski masks. He tossed it onto my lap, and my feet literally went ice-cold.

“What if it’s a trick?” I said.

Jack froze, one side of his lips raised in a half smile. “You mean like an ambush?”

I nodded.

Jack turned fully toward me, resting one elbow on the steering wheel and flashing me a reassuring smile. “So you’re saying the Dead Elvises faked a concert tonight in the city, and fake sold tickets, and fake booked the venue, all so they could turn out the lights in their condo and wait, real quiet like, crouched behind the furniture, on the off chance we were planning to break in?”

I nodded again. “Exactly. That sounds reasonable. We should just go home.”

He shook his head. “We wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t have to. If it didn’t mean the best chance to cure you.”

“I know,” I said. “But I can’t help wondering if it’s a trap.”

“Cole needs you alive. That’s why we can feel safe doing this.” At my concerned expression, he added, “Look, Jules is at the concert. I’ll text her to see if the band’s really there or if they’re just holograms.”

He pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen. I stared at the darkened condo again and bit my lip.

“Have we thought through everything?” I said.

Jack continued to type while talking. “We know they don’t have an alarm system.”

“Not as of a couple weeks ago,” I said, remembering the last time I was in Cole’s apartment. Before we’d gone to the Everneath to save Jack. Before Cole had betrayed me. It was a lifetime ago.

“You know the code to his door,” Jack said.

“One-four-oh-seven,” I said. I’d seen him open the door enough times to remember.

“And we know Cole has a safe in his wall,” Jack said.

I nodded. I remembered seeing it.

“We know the one thing we’re looking for,” Jack said.

I nodded and frowned. “A compass. My heart.”

If we could find it and break it, maybe that would cure me. If not, it was still a big step toward making me human again.

Jack reached over and squeezed my hand. “It’s in the safe. Has to be. And once we get into the safe, you’ll know this was worth it.”

He took the cordless drill out of the bag next and held it pointed outward, like a cornered cowboy would wield a gun.

I stared at it. “Explain the drill again?”

“Safecrackers always use drills,” Jack said, exasperated, as if he’d told me this a hundred times.

“Safecrackers in the movies ,” I clarified.

“Yes, and all movies are rooted in some truth.”

“Like Xanadu ? With the roller-skating Greek muses?” Xanadu had been one of my mom’s favorite obscure movies.

“Yes,” Jack said, forcing a straight face. “Everyone has a roller-skating Greek muse. And you, Becks, are stalling.”

I nodded. “I’m about to commit a felony. Of course I’m stalling.”

“It’s not a felony. It’s self-defense.”

I took a deep breath and then pulled the ski mask over my head. “Let’s do this.”

Jack’s phone vibrated with a text and he checked the screen. “Jules says she’s loving the concert.” He put the phone in his pocket. “It’s not a trap. We’re a go.”

We left the car and crept up the stairs to the balcony where the front door was located. There was movement in the front window of the condo adjacent to Cole’s, and I started to rethink the ski masks.

“You know, if someone did see us, the masks would probably draw more attention to us, not less.”

“Too late,” Jack said.

We reached the door, and I entered the code into the keypad. The light above it turned red and flashed several times before going dark again.

I tried the handle, but it didn’t budge.

“Do it again,” Jack said.

I reentered the code, paying special attention to the numbers, but again it flashed red.

“Crap,” I said.

A motion-sensor light turned on at the end of the balcony. I ripped off my mask. “Let’s go.”

Jack shook his head. “We’re already here. We’re not wasting this opportunity. There’s only one thing to do.”

“Jump off the balcony?” I suggested hopefully.

Jack smiled. He took a step backward, raised his foot, and lurched at the door. It cracked open, shattering the part where the lock had once been. A dog barked in the distance.

“Seriously?” I whisper-yelled. “That was the ‘only one thing to do’?”

“We’re in, aren’t we? Besides, if we steal back your heart, Cole will definitely know we’ve been in here, so it won’t matter that the door is broken.”

We went inside and shut the door behind us. Jack turned on a flashlight and tossed it gently to me, then grasped the drill he was carrying in both hands and held it in front of him.

I wasn’t sure he’d even need the drill. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he could simply grab the safe in his hands and rip it clean in two.

We made our way quickly to Cole’s bedroom. I shone the light until it landed on the metal box in the wall.

“There it is,” I said.

We ran forward. Jack tossed the drill onto Cole’s bed. From here I could see that the drywall around the safe looked to be covered in fresh paint, as if it had just been installed. I didn’t get a chance to comment on it because Jack reached an arm back and punched a hole in the wall to the right of the safe.

“Jack!” I said.

“I’m fine.” He reached his arm into the hole he’d just made, past his elbow, grabbed hold of the back of the safe, and ripped the entire thing out of the wall.