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At ten o’clock, Officer Bard stuck his head through the door and asked, in awful Spanish, if all was well. Bobby smiled and managed to say, “Good night.” Bard closed the door, turned off his lights, and Bobby did the same.

An hour later, he eased from his room into the hallway, down one flight of stairs to the ground floor, through an exit door, and into the darkness.

Theo and Judge were sleeping soundly around midnight when a soft noise interrupted the peace. It was the gentle vibration of a cell phone on the nightstand. The dog wasn’t bothered by it, but Theo awoke and grabbed it. The time was 12:02.

“Hello,” he said, almost in a whisper, though he could have yelled and his parents would not have heard him. They were asleep downstairs, far away, with their door shut.

“Theo, it’s me, Julio. Are you awake?”

Theo took a deep breath and thought of all the smart retorts he could serve up at that point, but quickly realized something was wrong. Otherwise, why the call? “Yes, Julio, I’m awake now, so what’s the matter?”

“I just talked to Bobby. He called here, woke us up. He’s run away from the police. He’s scared and he’s hiding and he doesn’t know what to do. My mom is crying.”

Great. Crying is so helpful at this point. “Why did he run away?” Theo asked.

“He said everybody is lying to him. The police, you, me, the judge, the prosecutor. He doesn’t trust anyone and thinks he’ll be arrested as soon as the trial is over. He says he’s not going near the courtroom. He’s very upset, Theo. What are we going to do?”

“Where is he?”

“In the town of Weeksburg, wherever that is. He was in a motel with the police, and he waited until they went to sleep. He says he’s hiding behind a quick shop that’s open all night, says it’s a rough part of town. He’s very scared, but he’s not going back to the police.”

Theo was out of bed and pacing around his room. Still half asleep, he was struggling to think clearly. Judge watched him curiously, irritated that he was awake and ruining a good night’s sleep. “You think he would talk to me?” Theo asked.

“No.”

“Probably not a good idea anyway.” In fact, it was a lousy idea. Theo knew it was time for him to butt out and let the adults handle the situation. The last thing he wanted was Judge Gantry yelling at him about tampering with a witness. In fact, Theo decided right then to forget the trial. Forget Pete Duffy and Bobby Escobar. Forget Jack Hogan and Clifford Nance. Forget everything and just return to being a normal kid.

If Bobby Escobar wanted to vanish, Theo couldn’t stop him.

“I don’t know what to do, Julio,” he said. “Really, there’s nothing we can do.”

“But we’re worried about Bobby. He’s out there hiding.”

“He’s out there because he wants to be out there, plus he’s a pretty tough guy, Julio. He’ll be all right.”

“This is all your fault.”

“Thanks, Julio. Thanks a lot.”

Theo got in the bed and stared at the ceiling. Judge quickly fell asleep, but Theo was awake for hours.

He slowly filled a spoon with Cheerios, then flipped it, dumping the cereal back into the milk. He took a bite every now and then, but couldn’t taste anything. Fill the spoon, then dump it. Below him, Judge was having no such trouble.

Mrs. Boone was in the den, enjoying her diet soda and newspaper, oblivious to the disaster that was about to unfold in the Pete Duffy trial. By now, the police had discovered that Bobby was missing. They had undoubtedly called Jack Hogan, and the entire prosecution was in chaos. What would the courtroom be like in an hour or so? Theo was dying to know, but then he was also determined to ignore the trial.

At eight a.m., he rinsed their bowls in the sink, put the milk and orange juice back in the refrigerator, walked to the den, and kissed his mother on the cheek. “Off to school,” he said.

“You look sleepy,” she said.

“I’m fine.”

“Do you have lunch money?” She asked the same question five days a week.

“Always.”

“And your homework is complete?”

“It’s perfect, Mom.”

“And I’ll see you when?”

“After school.”

“Be careful and remember to smile.” Theo hated to smile because his teeth were covered with thick braces, but his mother was convinced that every smile made the world a happier place.

“I’m smiling, Mom,” he said.

“Love you, Teddy.”

“Love you back.”

Theo smiled until he got to the kitchen. He hated the nickname “Teddy” and mumbled it under his breath. He grabbed his backpack, patted Judge on the head and said good-bye, and left the house. He flew across town and ten minutes later was standing in front of Ike’s desk. Theo had called an hour earlier and Ike was waiting, red-eyed and looking awful.

“It’s a disaster,” he growled. “A complete disaster.”

“What’ll happen, Ike?”

Ike gulped coffee from a tall paper cup. “Remember Jack Hogan’s opening statement, when he promised the jury they would hear from Bobby Escobar, his star witness? Remember?”

“Sure.”

“Well, that was a mistake, because now, if Bobby doesn’t show, the defense will move for a mistrial, and Judge Gantry will have no alternative but to grant one. A second mistrial, Theo. And guess what? Under our laws, a second mistrial means the charges will be dismissed. It means Duffy will walk on the murder charge. He’ll serve a few short years for the escape, but he’ll be out soon and living the good life. He’ll get away with murder, Theo. That’s what’s about to happen. It’s a disaster.”

Although Ike had not mentioned the reward money in some time, Theo suspected he thought about it a lot. He earned a simple living as a tax accountant, but had little to show for it. His car was twenty years old. He lived in a run-down apartment. His office was shabby and disorganized, though Theo loved it.

Ike seemed particularly upset by the fact that a second mistrial was now likely. He said, “They have to find this boy.”

Theo wasn’t about to tell anyone he had Bobby’s cell phone number; not that it would help. Theo was quite certain that Bobby, wherever he was hiding, was not about to answer his phone. Theo asked, “When do they tell Judge Gantry that the star witness has disappeared?”

“Who knows? If I were Jack Hogan, I’d keep it quiet as long as I could and hope like crazy that they find Bobby. Hogan has a bunch of witnesses he can put on the stand before he needs Bobby, so he’ll probably keep going forward as if nothing is wrong. But by tomorrow, if they don’t find him, the game is over. I don’t know, just speculating.”

“And there’s nothing we can do, right?”

“Of course not,” Ike snapped. “All we can do is wait.”

“Okay, I’m outta here. Off to school. You headed to the courthouse?”

“Oh yes. I wouldn’t miss it for anything. I’ll call you during the first recess.”

Julio was waiting by the bike rack. He and Theo whispered for a few minutes as they headed to class. No word from Bobby. He was not answering his phone. Theo said, “I’m sure the police are searching everywhere. Maybe they’ll find him.”

“You think he’s okay, Theo?”

Theo said, “Sure, he’ll be fine.” But he had no clue.

“I’m sorry I said it was all your fault, Theo. I didn’t mean it.”

“It’s okay. Let’s get together during lunch break.”