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me.”
    Mama Hayes nodded, considering this.
    “With their resources, DOME will find Logan,” Peck continued. “And I have a feeling Erin will be the first to know about it when they do. If we can get Hailey close enough to her, we might just be able to latch onto DOME’s investigation—and beat them to the punch.”
    “Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” Papa Hayes said.
    “And hope in the meantime that Logan isn’t too far behind.”
    “Okay, and then what?” Eddie demanded. “The kid’s a walking DOME magnet.”
    “He’s in danger. We are helping him.”
    “Yeah, and we tried that already. It nearly got us all killed.”
    Blake put his spoon down. “Eddie has a point, Peck. Sticking our necks out for Logan after what he’s put us through . . . I just don’t see what good it does us.”
    “Lily,” Jo said, bitterly. “How many times do I have to say it? This whole thing’s about Lily. Peck, why won’t you just admit that?”
    “It’s bigger than Lily,” Peck said.
    “No, it isn’t! So just say so! You and Logan are exactly alike— you’d both happily trade every last one of us to have her back!”
    “I would not!” Peck said.
    “Admit it!”
    “That’s enough!” Papa hit the table with the palm of his hand. “This is exactly what DOME wants you to be doing. Chancellor Cylis has taken our rights, our freedom, and our dignity. He has divided us against our own families and friends with nothing more than a Mark. If we turn on each other now, what do we have left?”
    The room was still for some time.
    Finally, Mama Hayes pushed her chair out from the table, collected the breakfast plates from everyone around her, and said, “The day is wasting. There’re chores to be done.”
    4
    Logan’s head swam with exhaustion. He’d spent the night out on his own, sleeping in a gutter several blocks from the huddle, just to be safe. He didn’t know if he could trust Bridget. But he had to know what she was up to. He had to know what he was up against. Only then, he told himself, could he properly decide what his next steps should be. Off to the bakery? Back to the woods?
    The landfill was below him. Logan was lying flat against hard rubble, peering just slightly over the edge of an old building, through a gap in a crumbling wall on its third floor. It was a good vantage point, and well hidden. If this really was a trap, he’d at least be one step ahead of it.
    Bridget arrived just after daybreak, just as she’d said she would. She was alone. Logan watched for some time, waiting for even the smallest suspicious movement or sound. But there were none. There was only Bridget, sitting at the top of a garbage heap, playing with a broken yo-yo, and growing increasingly impatient.

    “I’d just about given up,” she said as Logan stumbled toward her through the trash. “Thought you bailed last night.”
    “I did,” Logan said.
    “But you’re back.”
    Logan shrugged. “Chalk it up to bad judgment.”
    Bridget turned her mouth down and nodded.
    “So what’s the big secret?”
    Bridget laughed. “I never said it was a big secret. You said it was a big secret.”
    Logan glanced nervously around the landfill. “Look. You have about thirty seconds to tell me what’s going on here, or I’ll leave, and you’ll never find me again.”
    “You’re not gonna wanna do that,” Bridget said.
    “Oh yeah?”
    She shrugged and took Logan by the hand as she led him down to the bottom of the trash hill and along a narrow path between the mountains of garbage, where she sighed and pointed to it— her big secret. “It’s a bike,” she said. “I found it here a while back. Never thought I’d have a use for it. But after talking to you two nights ago . . . well . . . I figured you might want it.”
    “I don’t understand.” Logan ran his hand over the seat.
    “You’re Markless now. Markless look out for one another.” Bridget frowned. “Your aunt and uncle can’t get you to