chapter one
The police car turned down the lane and crept along the dirt road toward us.
I nudged Keegan.
âYeah, I see it,â he said.
Keegan turned away to stare out at the lake. I watched the car out of the corner of my eye. I didnât want the cops to know that Iâd even seen them. The car came to a stop on the other side of the fence, across the stretch of beach from where we sat on the picnic bench.
âCould you see whoâs in the car?â he asked.
âCouldnât tell.â
We knew every cop in town. Just like every cop knew us.
âWhat do you think theyâre doing?â I asked.
âProbably just looking for a place to have a donut and catch up on their sleep.â
âI hope thatâs all that they want,â I said.
âAlex, you sound guilty.â
âIâm
not
guilty. Besides, we really arenât doing anything wrong.â
âThe day is young,â Keegan said.
He turned slightly and gave me that smirky smile of hisâthe one he often flashed before we started to do something we shouldnât.
There was a honking of a car horn, and I almost spun around to look, but didnât.
âIgnore him,â Keegan said. âHe probably isnât aiming that at us anyway.â
âWho do
you
think heâs honking at?â
âDonât know. Donât care. If he wants us heâll have to do more than just tap on hisââ
The siren of the car screamed for a few seconds, cutting off the end of Keeganâs sentence.
âWell?â I asked.
âProbably wants somebody else.â
âThereâs only us and them,â I said, gesturing toward a woman and her two little kids, wading in the water. The rest of the beach was deserted. It was overcast, and it had been raining or there would have been a lot more people.
âYou know, she does look a bit suspicious,â Keegan said.
âThe woman with the kids?â
âYou think she kidnapped those children?â
I chuckled. âI guess thereâs a possibility,â I admitted. âNot big, but a statistical possibility.â
âAnd if anybody knows the statistics it would be you.â
I had this strange ability to memorizestatistics and play with numbersâ especially when those numbers involved money.
âKeegan and Alex!â the PA system of the police car blared out.
I recognized the voice. It was Clyde. Keegan looked over at me. âI guess they
do
want us.â
He went to stand up, and I put my hand on his shoulder to hold him in place.
âMaybe those
kids
are named Keegan and Alex,â I said, pointing down the beach at the toddlers, âand the police want them and not their mother.â
Keegan burst into laughter and sat down again.
âI know you can hear me!â Clydeâs amplified voice called out. âGet off that picnic table and come here,
now
!â
Keegan looked over at me. He pointed at the table, then at himself and then at me. I knew what he meantâpicnic table, Keegan, Alexâwe fit all the pieces.
âWhat would happen if we just kept ignoring him?â Keegan asked.
âTheyâd probably come over and get us,â I said. âBut they wouldnât be happy.â
âHow about if we ran?â he questioned.
âEven less happy when they did catch us,â I said.
âThey couldnât catch us. Clyde would be out of breath just walking over here, so forget the running part. We could out-
walk
the two of them easy.â
âBut since they know where we hang out, go to school and live, I think that even the two of them would eventually catch us.â
âGood point,â said Keegan.
âArenât you at least a little bit curious to know want they want?â I asked.
âCuriosity killed the cat.â
We heard the carâs doors slam. Theyâd gotten out of the car.
âOkay, weâll go over,â he said.
Keegan