“So, you’ve been in Panama?”
“Yes. I’ve saved seven kids, in case you’re wondering,” he said proudly. “Well, I helped save seven kids.”
“And you didn’t know what was going on with your uncle?”
“Yeah, I knew. Father Federico kept me informed, but we just kept thinking they’d drop the charges on Uncle Mark. I mean, he didn’t do anything. I couldn’t imagine he’d actually get convicted. We didn’t want to risk our operation to save Uncle Mark, but when he got convicted, we didn’t have a choice. I still can’t believe it. I mean, how did James’s blood get on Uncle Mark’s shoes?”
“I’ve already got that one covered,” I said. “It had been raining. Your uncle took out the trash that evening and must have stepped in a puddle James’s blood had run into. He didn’t see him behind the shed, but someone must have seen James stumble over the fence and called the police.”
“Of course,” he said, taking a long sip of the piping-hot black coffee.
“Are you old enough to take your coffee black?”
He smiled. In that moment, he looked old enough to drink coffee any color he wanted. His eyes had seen too much. His heart had experienced too much fear and grief. He’d probably aged ten years in the last two.
“Why did you come back?” I asked.
“I had to. I couldn’t let Uncle Mark go to jail for something he didn’t do.”
“Even if it meant risking your life?” I asked, pride nudging my heart.
With a shrug, he said, “That’s all I’ve done for two years. I’m tired of running. If Price wants me, he can come and get me.”
My chest tightened. No way was I letting that happen. “We have to call the police, you know.”
“I know. That’s partly why I’m here. Father Federico has disappeared, and we need to hire you.”
Chapter Seventeen
Do not disturb. Already there.
—T-SHIRT
Throughout the evening, Reyes nudged me, brushed up against my arm, slid his fingers over my mouth, causing little earthquakes to shimmy through my body. But at the moment, I had a house full of badges. Literally. I’d bet my last nickel even Mr. Wong was feeling claustrophobic, hovering in his corner, his back to the world. Heck, even the police chief and the DA were in my apartment. I totally should have spruced up the place. Put out some candles. Made a cheese ball. Cookie was busy filling cups of coffee, and Amber was busy flirting with a rookie named Dead Meat if he didn’t stop flirting back. She was eleven, for heaven’s sake! Of course, he may have just been humoring her. And it was a little cute. In a gross, Chester-the-molester kind of way.
Around midchaos, I got a call from Chrystal’s cousin.
“Hi, is this Ms. Davidson?” she’d said, her voice iffy.
“That’s me. Is this Debra?” I asked, glancing over at Teddy. I was sure he’d freak with all the cops around, but he seemed calm, almost relieved.
“Yeah,” the caller said. “Chrystal told me you’re looking for Reyes Farrow’s sister. I called my friend Emily, and she could only remember his sister’s first name as well. It was Kim. She and Reyes had different last names.”
Interesting. I wondered if it was Walker, as in Earl Walker.
“That’s all we remember about her,” she continued. “Except she was really nice.”
“Well, that’s more than I had yesterday.”
“Sorry I can’t be of more help. You know, they were really good friends with Amador Sanchez.”
“Yes, I keep hearing that.” Perhaps this Amador Sanchez was the way to go. He clearly knew them both well. “Hey, what school did you guys go to?”
“Oh, we were at Eisenhower Middle School.”
“Okay, I got a Kim at Eisenhower Middle School about twelve years ago, right?”
“Exactly. I hope you find her.”
“Thanks so much for calling, Debra.”
“Not at all.”
Well, that didn’t get me anywhere fast. But I had a Kim and an Eisenhower Middle School. Looks like I’d be hanging with Uncle Bob again tomorrow if he’d have me. I wondered if he’d let me drive.
“Oh,” Cookie said, sashaying up to me. She’d been flirting as well. “I got an address and a number for your Amador Sanchez.”
“Suh-weet.” Before going to the school, I’d pay Mr. Sanchez a visit. He could probably tell me the sister’s last name and where to find her. Cell mates shared everything. Especially cell mates who’d been friends in their previous lives.
We high-fived, and she went to warm another cup. It was almost eleven, and all the late nights were taking their toll, as were the beatings. While my body throbbed with fatigue, my mind refused to be subdued.
I sat down beside Teddy to make sure he was doing okay. Surprisingly, he took my hand into his. I squeezed. The kid had stolen my heart the moment he walked out of the shadows. I hated when that happened. The DA sat across from us, questioning Teddy, his expression a mixture of interest and worry.
“Can I talk to you?”
Officer Taft stood over me, looking down. I looked past him toward Demon Child. She was doing her best to lure Mr. Wong into a game of hopscotch.
“Not really in the mood, Taft,” I said, dismissing him with a frosty shoulder.
“I’m sorry about this morning. You just took me by surprise.”