Chapter 81

Satisfied Beck and the baby weren’t in a draft or in direct sunlight, Troy did a quick scan of their surroundings. Determining the threat level to be low, he turned to face the entry doors and saw a familiar face coming through them.

“Troy!” The little boy, dressed in a Cub Scout uniform, ran up to Troy and wrapped his arms around Troy’s right leg. “Where you been! You promised you’d be my scout leader!”

By this time, the young boy’s mother had caught up to her son. “George, stop it! I’ve told you before about approaching strangers.”

“He’s not a stranger, he’s Troy, he’s a tuohygan. He saw us at the mall, remember?”

Recognition seemed to dawn in the woman’s eyes. “You’re the one who got him started with all this Cub Scout crap.”

Troy battled not to glare.

George let his glare show. “It isn’t crap.” Fists went on hips. “I’ve learned lots of things.” He began to list the badges he’d won. He then turned his glare on Troy. “But you’d know this if you’d been at the den meetings.”