Chapter 87

It was another Red Vines bag, emptied of candy and filled with something else. A folded wad of papers.

“We’ve got it, Christian,” Rafi said. “Look, I’m putting it in my shirt so it won’t get wet. We know how important it is, and we’ve got it.”

The boy seemed to relax a little, still gasping and choking on every breath.

“I’m here, Christian, I’m right here,” Julian said. “I’m not going to let you die.”

They heard sirens, and then saw lights, and finally an ambulance pulled up to the nearest curb. Two paramedics with loud, stern voices swooped in with equipment and bandages and oxygen. They swarmed around Christian, displacing Julian, who stepped back with blood-spattered arms tight around himself. The wet streaks on his face might, perhaps, have been rain.

“Did you see that?” Rafi said to Uncle Eddie. “The evidence he stole from you? We have it, and we’re going to use it to destroy you.”