Chapter 12

The first place he’d go was the abandoned shack down along the Kaibito Wash. He’d heard rumors gang members used the area for some of their activities, maybe met there, held initiations for new members or used drugs and drank. It was out of town just far enough no one was likely to see or hear anything unless they made a special effort to do so. The cops probably knew about it, but without a reason, why would they go there?

Wishing he had his motorcycle instead of the truck, he headed out the dusty road. When he got there, though, the place was quiet as a tomb. Nothing going on here now.After scouting the area, he got back in the truck. Now what?

Just then, his phone rang. He answered it at once. His mobile number was not unknown, but he didn’t give it out to just anyone. The staff at the center had it and probably some of the kids. The voice sounded muffled, as if the caller was trying to disguise it or limit the sound.