had a chance to adjust to the light, I could see them better. They both looked to be about thirteen. They had bleached their hair blonde and plastered their faces with makeup, trying, no doubt, to look older, but the puppy fat on their bodies and the high notes in their voices betrayed them. They should have been in their houses doing their homework, watching TV, and talking on the phone to their friendsânot standing here answering my questions.
âNo,â the bigger one said. âShe didnât.â
In a couple of years, the girlâs expertise would grow. But right now, she was still a bad liar.
âIâm telling you the truth,â she insisted, when I politely expressed my disbelief. âShe left with this guy.â
I thought of the man who had been waiting for me outside my house. âIs his name Toon Town?â
She gasped in amazement. Robin Light. Genius. âHowâd you know?â
âI had the pleasure of meeting him last night.â
âHe gives me the creeps.â
âHe gives me the creeps, too.â
I was rewarded with the shadow of a smile. âHeâs always bragging on how heâs always spying on people. How he knows everything we do.â
âNice.â
âAmy told me her mother said if she saw him around the house, sheâd call the cops.â
I didnât say anything, even though I could sympathize with the sentiment. Instead I put my hands in my pockets and looked around. âSo how long have you guys been here?â
âA couple of weeks.â
I gave an involuntary shudder. âThatâs a long time.â
âItâs not so bad,â the bigger one said. âYou get used to it.â
âHow do you stand the cold?â
âWe got blankets and camping stuff.â
âAnd anyway, weâre waiting for someone,â the littler one said. âJustinâs taking us to Chicago.â
âMelanie.â The bigger oneâs voice was fierce. âShut up.â
I could see Melanie flinch.
âHow old is Justin?â I asked.
âOld enough,â the one who was talking said. Her voice had taken on a defiant edge. âNot that itâs any of your business. If my parents donât care, why should you?â
âNo reason at all,â I replied soothingly.
âYou donât believe me, do you?â
âNo, I do.â
The girl looked as if she were going to cry. Melanie patted her shoulder. Her friend gave her a wan smile. I wanted to hug her. The four of us stood in silence for a few seconds. Then I offered everyone a piece of gum and brought the subject back to Amy. âSo whatâs Amyâs story? How come she ran away?â
This time the girl answered. She was relieved to talk about someone else. âShe didnât run away. Her father threw her out.â
âReally?â Charlie had said Amy had taken off.
âThey got into a big fight.â
âOver what?â
âStuff.â
âWhat kind of stuff?â
The girl shrugged. âShe didnât say.â
âDo you know why she was sent to Cedar View?â
âThe usual. Smoking weed, skipping school, staying out late, talking back.â
I remembered something else Charlie had said. âI heard Amy had a bad acid trip.â
The girl stuck her chin out. âIt wasnât that bad. Iâve seen worse.â
She probably had, too. She was probably a better judge of that kind of thing than I was. âOkay.â I wiggled my fingers to get the blood flowing. âAre you sure she didnât say anything to indicate where she might be going?â
The girls exchanged another glance.
âWhy are you looking for her?â asked the one that was doing all the talking.
âHer brother wants to help her.â
âRight,â the girl said, sarcastically. She shifted her weight from one foot to another and inspected a lock of her hair for split