CALIFF

“The boy is telling the truth.” Zack leaned against the opened window of the car. “I just dropped the medical supplies to their apartment. Two small bedrooms, not a good neighborhood.”

“Is he here?”

Zack tipped his head. “Yes. He’s working eight hours. Later, a dish-pig at the diner.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m thirsty.” Shadow had already got out of the car.

“His mother was surprised, and she said thank you.” He pulled the door open for me.

“She raised a ...