Lies by Michael Grant Read Free Book Online Page A

professional drum set they’d liberated from someone’s home. They were not good, but they were making music, and in a Perdido Beach without electricity, without recorded music, without iPods or stereos, where computer hard drives grew dusty and DVD players were untouched, even pitiful entertainment was welcome.
    As Sam watched, a girl placed a quarter of a melon on the musician’s tip plate. They immediately stopped playing, broke the melon into pieces, and wolfed it down.
    Sam knew there was a second market, out of sight but easy enough to find for those who were interested. That market sold alcohol and pot and various other contraband. Sam had tried to put a stop to the alcohol and drugs, but he had not accomplished much. He had more pressing priorities.
    “New graffiti,” Astrid said, looking up at the wall behind the meat stand.
    The black and red logo formed a crude “H” and “C.” Human Crew. Zil Sperry’s hate group.
    “Yeah, it’s all over town,” Sam said. He knew he shouldn’t keep talking, but he did, anyway. “If I weren’t on a leash I’d go over to Zil’s so-called compound and put an end to this once and for all.”
    “What do you mean? Kill him?” Astrid said, playing dumb.
    “No, Astrid. Haul his butt to town hall and stick him in a locked room until he decides to grow up.”
    “In other words, put him in prison. Because you decide to. And for as long as you decide to keep him there,” Astrid said. “For a guy who never wanted to be in charge, you’re awfully willing to be a dictator.”
    Sam sighed. “Okay, fine. Whatever. I don’t want to fight.”
    “So, how is the little girl from last night?” Astrid asked, changing the subject.
    “Mary was taking care of her.” He hesitated. Looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was within range to overhear. “Mary asked her to sing. She says it’s like the world stops when she sings. Like no one talks, no one moves, the whole preschool just practically froze. Mary says it’s like an angel is singing. Just to you.”
    “An angel?” Astrid said skeptically.
    “Hey, I thought you believed in angels.”
    “I do. I just don’t think this little girl is one.” She sighed. “More like a siren.”
    Sam stared blankly at her.
    “No,” Astrid said. “Not like a police car siren. Like Odysseus. Ulysses. The sirens. The ones who when they sang no man could resist them?”
    “I knew that.”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “I did. They did a parody on The Simpsons .”
    Astrid sighed. “Why am I with you?”
    “Because I’m incredibly attractive?”
    “You are mildly attractive, actually,” Astrid teased.
    “So, I’m a kind of really hot dictator?”
    “I don’t recall saying ‘really hot.’”
    Sam smiled. “You didn’t have to. It’s in your eyes.”
    They kissed. Not a big passionate kiss, but nice like it was always nice. Someone hooted derisively. Someone else yelled, “Get a room.”
    Sam and Astrid ignored all that. They were both aware that they were the “first couple” of the FAYZ, and their relationship was a sign of stability to kids. Like seeing Mom and Dad kissing: kind of gross, but kind of reassuring.
    “So what are we going to do with the Siren now?” Astrid asked. “She’s too old to stay with Mary.”
    “Orsay took her in,” Sam said. He waited to see whether the mention of Orsay would get a reaction from Astrid. No. Astrid didn’t know what Orsay was up to.
    “Excuse me. Sam?”
    He turned around to find Francis. Not the best time to be interrupted, not when he was trying to discuss his attractiveness with Astrid.
    “What’s up, Francis?”
    Francis shrugged. He looked confused and awkward. He stuck out his hand. Sam hesitated; then, feeling slightly ridiculous, he shook Francis’s hand.
    “I felt like I had to say thanks,” Francis said.
    “Oh. Oh, um…cool.”
    “And don’t take it like it’s your fault, okay?” Francis said. “And don’t be mad at me. I tried…”
    “What are you