Or someone who looked official, maybe even wearing a uniform.” Maggie had seen it dozens of times before. No one seemed to question whether a person in uniform actually belonged in the uniform.
“Maybe a military uniform like his dad’s?” Nick asked.
“Or a white lab coat, or even a police officer’s uniform.”
CHAPTER 16
Timmy slid against the wall until he was sitting on the floor, watching the bathroom door. He had to pee but knew better than to interrupt his mom. If he knocked, she would insist he come in and take care of business while she finished her makeup. He was getting too old to pee with his mom in the same room.
He listened to her singing and decided to retie his tennis shoes. The crack in the sole had spread. Soon he’d need to ask for new ones, even though his mom couldn’t afford them. He had overheard her on the phone with his dad and knew his dad hadn’t sent them any of the money the court had said he was supposed to send each month.
It was something from The Little Mermaid—that’s what his mom was singing. Her Jamaican accent needed help, even though she had watched that movie almost as many times as he had watched Star Wars. The phone started ringing. She would never be able to hear it down “under the sea.” He scrambled to his feet to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Timmy? This is Mrs. Calloway—Chad’s mom. Is your mom there?”
He almost blurted out that Chad had hit him first. If Chad said it was the other way around, he was lying. Instead, he said, “Just a minute. I’ll get her.”
Chad Calloway was a bully, but if Timmy had told his mom that Chad had purposely inflicted the bruises, she would have most definitely made him quit soccer. And now the bully had probably lied about his own bruises.
Timmy knocked softly on the bathroom door. If she didn’t answer, he’d have to tell Mrs. Calloway that his mom couldn’t come to the phone right now. The door, however, clicked and opened. His heart sank down to his cracked shoes.
“Was that the phone?” She came out smelling good and bringing a trail of perfume with her.
“It’s Mrs. Calloway.”
“Who?”
“Mrs. Calloway, Chad’s mom.”
She squinted at him, her eyebrows raised as she waited for more.
“I don’t know what she wants.” He shrugged and followed her to the phone even though he still had to pee, more than ever now.
“This is Christine Hamilton. Yes, of course.” She spun around to Timmy and mouthed, “Calloway?”
“She’s Chad’s mom,” he whispered. She never listened to him.
“Yes, you’re Chad’s mom.”
He couldn’t tell what Mrs. Calloway was telling his mom. She paced as she normally did while on the phone, nodding though the other person couldn’t see her. Her answers were short. A couple of “uh-huhs” and one “oh, sure.”
Then suddenly, she stopped and gripped the phone. Here it was. He needed to prepare his story. Wait a minute. He didn’t need a story. The truth was, Chad had picked on him. No, beat the shit out of him was more accurate. And for no real reason, other than he liked it.
“Thank you for calling, Mrs. Calloway.”
His mom hung up the phone and stared out the window. He couldn’t tell whether she was angry. She couldn’t make him quit soccer. He was ready to spit out his defense when she turned and beat him to it.
“Timmy, one of your teammates is missing.”
“What?”
“Matthew Tanner never came home last night after the soccer game.”
So it had nothing to do with Chad?
“Some of the other soccer parents are meeting at the Tanner house this morning to help out.”
“Is Matthew in trouble? Why didn’t he go home?” He hoped he didn’t sound relieved, but in fact, he was.
“Now, I don’t want you to worry, Timmy, but do you remember my articles about that boy, Danny Alverez?”
He nodded. How could he not remember? She had sent him out yesterday morning to buy five extra copies of the newspaper, even though she could have had as many copies as she wanted from work.
“Well, we don’t know for sure yet, so I don’t want you to get scared, but the man who took Danny may have taken Matthew.”
His mom looked worried. Those lines around her mouth showed up every time she frowned.
“Go use the bathroom, and I’ll take you to school. I don’t want you walking today.”
“Okay.” He raced back to the bathroom. Poor Matthew, he found himself thinking. Too bad Chad couldn’t have been the one taken, instead.
CHAPTER 17
Christine couldn’t believe her luck, though she tried to contain her excitement. While Timmy had been in the bathroom, she had called Taylor Corby, the news editor, her new boss. They had talked several times over the weekend by phone, and, although they had never met, Christine knew exactly who he was. Her co-workers in the “Living Today” section called Corby a news nerd. He wore funky wire-rimmed glasses and seemed to own only black trousers and white oxford shirts, which he decorated with different Looney Tunes ties. To make matters worse, he rode a bicycle even in the winter—and not because he couldn’t afford a car, but simply because he wanted to.
This morning when she told him about Matthew Tanner, Corby quietly listened.
“Christine, you know what that means?”
It was easy to understand why he had chosen print instead of broadcast journalism. His voice never changed, showed no emotion. And regardless of his choice of words, it was sometimes difficult to tell whether he was excited, bored or simply disinterested. “If you have copy for this evening’s paper, we will have scooped the other media three days in a row.”
“I still need to convince Mrs. Tanner to let me interview her.”
“Interview or not, you already have enough for a great story. Just make sure you substantiate your facts.”
“Of course.”
Now, Christine looked over at her son, knowing he must be worried about his friend. He had made no fuss about her driving him to school and had sat most of the trip in silence. She turned the corner to the school and immediately slammed on the brakes. A line of cars extended to the corner as parents pulled in front of the school to drop off their children. On the sidewalks, parents walked alongside their kids. Every intersection in view had adult crossing guards accompanying their smaller charges.
A horn behind them blasted, making both Christine
