light in downtown Bosto

inst the window, tracing the edge of a public par

from the

on yesterday. Except now it was smeared with dark dirt and rust-colored stains that looked a lot like

n on the balcony was gone. He looked like s

ighter, pressing he

d to the rearview mirror. He followed

aid quietly.

scalade surged forward and th

he blood on his shirt. The way his hand had been lying open on

cruiser was managing traffic at the intersection ahead - they wer

ked at the

white with hemmed edges, her foster mother's careful stitching. She tho

tion folder back there," she

fore Hank coul

against her hip. The park came into view. The boy was s

wed her

r than he had on the balco

ered the look he had sent through the window - that flat,

d down. Gently, without touching him, she laid the

stood u

hatever had happened to him the night before. But she'd spent two days in a house full of people who look

ing to do that

The courtyard was full of students stepping out of Porsches and Range Rovers in perfectly pressed uniforms,

own and found the a

mahogany desk, scanned her clothes in one dismissive sweep,

e said, his voice polished with contempt. "I suggest you keep your he

ID card. "Understood

the warning bell screamed. The corridor emptied in seconds. She broke

freight train coming