Monsters Matt Rogers (books to read for 13 year olds .txt) đ
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Slater threw the hand wraps in the washing basket he kept in the garage for workout clothes. âYeah, Tyrell. Youâre making all the sense in the world.â
âThatâs what you been tryinâ to teach me, ainât it? I guess it took a while to click.â
âMost people go their whole lives without it clicking.â
âHow long did it take you?â
âLonger than you. But some people realise and donât apply it. Donât be one of those people.â
âI wonât. Quiz me.â
âHuh?â
âYou helped me with game theory, remember? That homework I had. Ask me somethinâ. See if I remember.â
Slater hid a smile. ââMonopoly. Perfect competition. Oligopoly.â List them from highest to lowest market quantity.â
Tyrell barely hesitated. âPerfect competition, oligopoly, monopoly.â
âWhy?â
âPerfect competition usually produces the highest quantity. Monopolies usually produce the lowest âcause thereâs no urgency to fight off competitors. Oligopolies end up in the middle.â
âNailed it, kid.â Slater let the smile out. âYouâre gonna do great things.â
They both heard commotion inside the house. The front door slamming open, someone moving through the kitchen. Tyrell raised an eyebrow. Slater led the way, the teenager falling in line.
They found Alexis throwing greens into a blender for an on-the-go meal, her aura burning. They both sensed the focus. She turned to them.
âThereâs trouble,â she said. âIâm going to California.â
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It took Alexis nearly twenty minutes to explain everything, then she hurried off to pack a bag.
After she left, Slater sat on a stool at the end of the kitchen island without blinking or speaking, stoic as he processed the news. Tyrell had stayed for the whole discussion. They couldâve sent him away, but neither of them had any interest in trying to hide their lives. They knew heâd eavesdrop anyway, so it was better he was there, taking in what was happening in real-time instead of catching muttered snippets from around the corner.
When they were alone, Tyrell muttered, âYou donât look happy.â
Slater lifted his blank gaze to the boy. âI always look like this.â
Tyrell swung off his stool. âAinât my business, man. But I think you donât like that she doinâ what you do. Or, at least, doinâ it on her own.â
âThatâs not true.â
âAinât it?â
He sauntered away to his room, leaving Slater alone. He sat still for another twenty minutes before Alexis reappeared with a packed duffel in one hand and her phone in the other. She swiped a couple of times, tapped a few buttons, then slid it back in her pocket. âFlightâs booked for later this afternoon. Iâve got to be at Boston Logan in a couple of hours.â
Slater nodded.
She wordlessly crossed the room, pulled out the stool next to him, sat down and faced him so they could look each other in the eyes. âWhatâs on your mind?â
âI want to come help.â
She digested that. âDonât you have business to take care of? Youâre a hundred percent now, right? Recuperated.â
He couldnât have lied even if he wanted to. Sheâd heard him lift six hundred and eighty pounds off the floor earlier that morning, and dried sweat caked his skin from the boxing workout. âYeah. Iâm a hundred percent. But the list can wait.â
âCan it?â
âIâve let those scumbags walk around as free men for the last six weeks. Whatâs another few days?â
âYou donât know how long my thing will take. You donât know itâll only be days.â
âEven stillâŠâ
âYouâre not going to be able to protect me.â
He didnât respond.
âNot all the time,â she continued. âI donât need a babysitter. Iâll be fine.â
âYou want the truth? I donât want to lose you. Thatâs the truth.â
âYou think I can bear losing you when you go off to wage war with God-knows-who?â
That made him stop, switch his perspective, come to realisations. It only took him a few moments. He took her head in his hands and kissed her forehead. âOkay.â
She gripped his hand. âYou mean it?â
âI mean it. Iâve seen you in action. If you were hopeless Iâd put my foot down, no matter how much tension it caused. But you can handle yourself. I trust you to keep yourself alive.â
âHow flattering.â
âIt should be. You know how few people I trust.â
She nodded slowly. âIf I need help, I wonât hesitate to call. You know that.â
âUh-huh.â He gazed into space, over her shoulder, continuing to process what sheâd told him. âDamn. Thatâs a real shame.â
âWhat?â
He looked back at her. âI watched that Vitality+ news report with you. I remember it vividly. Kills me that itâs not real.â
Alexis smirked. âIf it makes you feel any better, Mary told me that it does exist. It just doesnât work the way they want it to yet, but a media storm like this only comes around once in a blue moon and Heidiâs clearly trying to capitalise on it. Whatever that takesâŠâ
âDo you have the photo of the board member? What was his name?â
âJack Sundström. And no. Heidi only showed it to Mary in a flash. Didnât send it to her for obvious reasons. And Iâve been refreshing the news. Heâs still missing.â
âCould it have been a fake?â
âI donât think so. Not the way she spoke. She was absolutely sure.â
âThen you need to be on guard. The moment your plane touches down. You donât beat someone to death unless youâre sending a message. A bullet is infinitely cleaner. Thereâs a reason they did it that way.â
âObviously.â
He sighed. âProbably more for my own reassurance than yours.â
âYou take care with that list,â she said. âBased on what happened with Kian Grant, Iâd wager every scumbag on it knows each other. Maybe itâs all connected, the whole underworld, all the way across the country. You knowâŠsix degrees of separationâŠthat sort of thing. Maybe all monsters know
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