She ventured into a small room next to the kitchen and halted with a wince. The boards were giving too much under her weight. She knelt for a closer look. Wood rot. The window was missing a few panes, so rain and snow had probably come inside. She noted a few huge washtubs leaning against the wall. The room may have been used as a primitive laundry room or bathroom, so there could be a history of spilled water. She exited and stuck a Post-it note on the door. Danger. Floor about to collapse. Danger. Floor about to collapse.

She headed back toward the foyer and gasped. There was a little boy standing just inside the front door, gazing up at the cupola.

He spotted her and waved. "Hi!"

"h.e.l.lo." She strode toward him. "You shouldn't come in any further. It's not entirely safe."

"Okay." He smiled. "I'm Tino."

"Pleased to meet you." He was an angelic-looking little boy with blond curls and big blue eyes. "I'm Elsa."

"I know. I came to see you."

That's odd. "That's nice." She peered out the front door but didn't see a car or anyone else. "Do you live close by?" When he nodded, she asked, "And you came here all alone?"

He lifted his chin. "I don't need a babysitter. I'm five years old."

She winced inwardly. That was much too young to be wandering about the countryside. "Where are your parents?"

"They're asleep."

She swallowed down a gulp of indignation that parents could leave such an innocent child on his own. Twinges of her own abandonment at the age of three needled her. She would take this boy home and have a few words in private with his parents. "Do you mind if I walk you home?"

Tino grinned. "That would be great."

"Just a sec." She wrote a quick note to Alastair on her notepad and left it by the front door where he would see it. Then she grabbed her handbag and ushered the boy outside.

She closed the door. "Do you know the way home?"

"That way." Tino pointed at the woods.

She winced. "You live in the forest?" The dark, creepy forest? The dark, creepy forest?

"That's just a shortcut. Come on." Tino took her hand and led her down the steps and across the driveway.

Sure enough, there was a path through the woods. She held onto the little boy's hand and gazed around. It was a bit darker, but not all that creepy. Very pretty, actually. The dimmer light seemed to make the colors brighter, not so washed out by the sun. It was cooler here, and quite pleasant to be surrounded by her favorite color, green. She took a deep breath. It even smelled good.

A noise behind her made her jump.

Tino giggled. "It's just a squirrel."

"Right." She smiled at him. There was nothing to be afraid of. She'd seen plenty of squirrels around their house in the suburbs of Minneapolis.

She glanced back. There were three squirrels now. Were they following them?

She exhaled in relief when they stepped out onto the main road. "Okay, which way?"

"Down there." Tino let go of her hand to point.

She started walking beside him. Wasn't the school Shanna had warned them about down this road? And she'd promised to never go near it. Maybe the little boy lived somewhere on the way. "How far do we go?"

Tino shrugged. "A few miles, I think."

She halted. "You walked miles miles?"

"No."

"Then how did you get here?"

He wrinkled his nose as if searching for an answer. "I'm special."

She smiled. "I'm sure you are, but that doesn't really explain how you got here."

"I'm not supposed to talk about it."

Huh? Maybe she should wait till Alastair returned with the car. She glanced back and gasped. Maybe she should wait till Alastair returned with the car. She glanced back and gasped.

A small herd of deer was on the road, along with half a dozen squirrels and rabbits. They were all looking at her.

Tino laughed. "I think they like you."

Her skin p.r.i.c.kled with gooseflesh. "I wouldn't know why."

"Maybe they want you to sing to them," he suggested. "Like Sleeping Beauty."

She snorted. "I'm more like Fiona, I'm afraid."

"But you have blond hair like Sleeping Beauty. And you're not green."

She smiled. No one had ever compared her to a willowy princess before. "I'm a bit on the large size."

"You're smaller than Howard."

Her smile faded. "You know Howard?"

"Sure. He's a really nice guy. He feeds me donuts and plays games with me. I like him a lot. You would, too, if you got to know him."

She narrowed her eyes. "Did he send you here?"

"No!" Tino hung his head. "He'll probably get mad at me for coming."

"Where is he?"

"At the school. He's head of se-secoowaty."

"Security?" Was this the school Shanna had warned her to stay away from? Was it such a dangerous place that it needed a huge man like Howard to keep the inmates in line?

"Come on." Tino motioned for her to follow. "I'll take you to the school so you can see Howard."

She followed reluctantly. "I'm not supposed to go near the school. I promised Mrs. Draganesti that-"

"My mom?"

Elsa halted. "Shanna Draganesti is your mother?"

"Sure." He kept walking.

She hurried to catch up. "Where is your mother?"

"At the school. My dad's there, too. We live there." Tino smiled at her. "Howard's there, too. He'll be really happy to see you again."

The little boy was matchmaking. Elsa shook her head. Why had Shanna said the school was full of juvenile delinquents? "I-I thought the school was for troubled children."

Tino's eyes widened. "Troubled?"

"Yes."

"We're not troubled. We're special."

"Special how?"

He frowned. "I'm not supposed to talk about it."

This was getting more and more strange, but it was all part of the puzzle she'd sensed the night before, a puzzle she wanted the answers to. She glanced back. The animals were still there, following them at a distance. "I thought your mother said she worked during the day. Your father, too."

"Oh." Tino nodded. "Yeah, that's right."

Earlier he'd said they were sleeping. "What do your parents do?"

"Mom is a dentist, and my dad is a scientist." Tino smiled proudly. "Mom says he's a genius. He invented syn-syn ... fake blood."

"Synthetic blood?"

"That's it." He nodded, smiling. "He cloned it from real blood. And he made me and Sofia, too."

"Sofia?"

"My little sister. She's special, too."

"And you all live at this school?" That Shanna wanted to keep secret? A secret school in the middle of nowhere with a brilliant scientist who made special special children? It sounded like something out of a sci-fi movie. "Are there any other special children?" children? It sounded like something out of a sci-fi movie. "Are there any other special children?"

Tino nodded. "My aunt Caitlyn just had two. Twins. And Toni and Olivia will have their babies soon."

Elsa's skin chilled. "And do all these women live at the school?"

"Yes. Marielle's going to have a baby, too, but she didn't need a turkey baster like the other ladies."

"What?" Elsa stumbled, then kept walking.

"That's what Connor said. He said he was able to do it the old-fashioned way, but that made Toni and Olivia mad." Tino shrugged. "I don't know why. I like turkey."

"Where is this Connor?"

"He's on a secret mission."

Elsa took a deep breath. Good Lord, this was starting to sound like an X-Men school for children. "And when you say that you're special, do you mean you have special talents or skills that normal children don't have?"

Tino wrinkled his nose, then nodded.

She gulped and came to a stop. What on earth was she getting into? "I don't think I should go to the school. Your mother told me not to." And her aunt had warned her to stay away from the man who'd made her birthmark burn. She turned but found the road blocked with animals. All looking at her.

She dragged a hand through her hair. d.a.m.n d.a.m.n.

"Oh, look! Racc.o.o.ns." Tino moved toward them.

She grabbed him. "Don't. They might carry disease. Rabies or something."

Tino looked up at her, his eyes wide. "You're trying to protect me?"

"Yes, of course."

He smiled. "I know why Howard likes you so much. You're just like him. He keeps me safe, too."

"Does he?" He'd mentioned last night that he kept people safe, but could he really be trusted, when he was the one who'd made her birthmark burn?

"Howard's been keeping me safe all my life," Tino said. "He's a really nice guy."

"Is he ... special like you?"

Tino scratched his head. "Well, sorta."

The animals suddenly scattered.

"What happened?" Elsa's blood ran cold when a half dozen feral pigs ran onto the road, their hooves clattering, their eyes glued on her.

She gulped and pulled Tino behind her.

"They look mean," he whispered.

They sure did, with their sharp tusks pointed right at her. She clenched her fists to keep from trembling. What to do? She could call on her cell phone, but it could take a long time for help to come. Visions of the little boy getting gored with a tusk flitted through her mind.

"I'll distract them," she whispered. "You run for home as fast as you can."

"No." Tino wrapped his little arms around her. "They'll hurt you. I won't let them hurt you."

"There's nothing you can do-" She gasped when everything went black.