Chapter 17

“He said all I gotta do is a couple things.” The boy’s voice lifted in joy, but he still looked pitiful.

The kid focused on my hand like a hunting dog on a pheasant.

“What I gotta do?” His fingers plucked at his threadbare hoodie.

“First, Mitch and I are going to find you a place to go tonight with a warm bed and a meal. Second, you’ve got to go to school for the rest of the year.” I barked the rules at him.

“All year? But that’s like forever!” He stopped and clapped a grimy hand over his mouth.

“I don’t care. You want the sixty bucks or not?” I glanced over my shoulder at Mitch, then turned back to the kid. “It’s now or never. You snooze, you lose.”

He stared at Mitch, then me, then the fisted bills.

His shoulders dropped. His shaking hand reached toward my fist. “I’ll take the deal.”

I didn’t give him the money but put it back in my wallet. Then I shook his hand as the boy yelped. I turned to Mitch.