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Chapter Forty-Seven: What I Said
I want to write this chapter exactly as it happened. I've tried writing it kinder. I've tried leaving out the worst of it, and every version of the story that doesn't include what I said on those steps turns out to be a story about somebody else."You've been keeping a file on me," I said."It's not a—""A *file*, Miles. Thirty-one items. You timed my sleep. You noted what I wear in gym class." My voice had gone low and even, the smooth, level voice from the billboard, and I heard how cold it sounded, and kept going anyway. "Do you know how that looks? Do you have any idea what that looks like from the outside?"He stared at me. "I was trying to help.""You were trying to figure out what's wrong with me, so you could feel better about yourself."That landed. I saw it land. His eyebrows pulled together, and his mouth opened and closed, and the hurt that moved across his face was so naked that I nearly stopped. I nearly said, *I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, give me the list, let's talk.
Chapter Forty-Six: The List
Detective Ruiz texted me at six in the morning, three lines with no greeting, which was how I knew she'd been up all night.Dale Pruett picked up outside a motel in Utica. Last of Marsh's crew. Case is closed on our end. Stay home. Sleep.I read it twice, lying flat on my back in the gray light, and felt something unclench in my chest that I hadn't known was clenched. Dale, the rough voice from behind the shed wall. The one who'd wanted to bring me in for a conversation. He was in a cell now, and so was the man with the lighter, and the loose end that had been hanging over me for two weeks had finally been tied off.I asked about the photographer, because I couldn't stand not to. The one at the library, with the ponytail. Did you find out who he is?Her answer took four minutes. Hollis Brandt. Freelancer. Sells to wire services and a couple of collectors' magazines. Nothing on him. Two fingers to the forehead is a thing old Navy guys do. He was Navy. Let it go.I did let it go. I'd li
Chapter Forty-Five: Live
The photographer's pictures didn't show anything.I know because I checked. I spent most of Sunday on my bed with a laptop balanced on my knees, searching every outlet that had sent someone to the library, scrolling through hundreds of frames of myself at various angles, in various expressions. The mayor's hand on my shoulder. The crayon drawing held up like a trophy. A single shot, half hidden behind someone's elbow, of a boy with his face turned away, one hand pressed to his mouth.The bracelet appeared in none of them.I sat looking at that last picture for a long time. In the caption, someone had written, Overcome with emotion: Guardian pauses during Community Day ceremony. Underneath it were two thousand comments. Aww. He's so humble. Protect this boy. He's just a kid. Can't believe he gets so emotional about everything he does for us.My heart gave a long, slow thump of relief.It lasted until I realized that the relief itself was the problem. I'd gotten away with it. I'd gotten
Chapter Forty-Four: Saturday at the Library
The Millhaven Public Library is a squat limestone building with a copper roof gone green with age and a lawn that slopes down to the street in a way that makes everything that happens on it look slightly staged. On the last Saturday of October, someone had hung bunting from its columns, and set up folding chairs in neat rows along the grass, and put a small wooden stage in front of the steps with a banner across it that read MILLHAVEN COMMUNITY DAY: HONORING OUR OWN.I was the *own.*I'd been told it would be small. Marcus had said so at breakfast, and Diane had said so in the car, and the woman from the mayor's office who greeted me at the curb with a clipboard and a smile like a held breath had said so too. *Just a quick presentation. A photo with the mayor. A few words. We'll have you out in forty minutes.* By the time I got there, a crowd of nearly four hundred people had filled the lawn, and there were three television vans parked along the curb.I didn't have the bracelet on whe
Chapter Forty-Three: The Shape of a Shadow
By the end of October, I had stopped being a person and become a weather system.That's the closest I can come to it. Before, there had been days when I was a boy who happened to be talked about, and days when I wasn't, and the days when I wasn't felt like small private holidays. After the Marsh bust there were no holidays. Every morning I woke to a phone filled with the same overnight tide of messages, and every morning I understood a little better that none of them were addressed to me.They were addressed to someone who had my name. Someone strong and clear-eyed and never tired, who was out there in the night keeping everyone safe.I'd read the editorials. It was a small, stupid vice, like pressing a bruise. *Millhaven's Teenage Sentinel*, one called me. *The Shadow Deputy*, said another, which I found myself oddly proud of for about four seconds. A columnist from a paper in the capital wrote four thousand words on what she called "the new vigilance," the idea that a boy my age cou
Chapter Forty-Two: Closed
1I lost them in the rail yard, in the end, not through any particular skill. I lost them because I was small enough to fit through a gap beneath a rusted boxcar that the sedan's driver couldn't follow, and because the bracelet let me hold my breath for longer than I should have been able to.I lay in the dark beneath that boxcar for twenty minutes with gravel digging into my ribs and listened to the engine idle, and circle, and finally pull away. When the last sound had died, I crawled out and sat in the weeds with my back against a wheel, shaking so hard that my teeth clicked together.Then I called Ruiz.She picked up on the second ring. She didn't say hello. "Where are you?""The old rail yard. East of the depot. There's a shed, long, with the door half off. Six men, maybe more. They've got a lift, a stack of plates, laptops." I was talking too fast. "I didn't touch anything. I swear. I just — I followed one of them."There was a long silence. I heard something that might have been
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