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Joseph’s text messages. Joseph had a feeling it was the latter.
    The secretary looked up from the black notebook. “He didn’t sign out, but I called the security guard who said he drove off campus about ten minutes ago.”
    Joseph hit the glass door at a run and slammed himself into the car. Catelyn gave him a questioning look and Joseph answered it, “He left campus.”
    â€œThis isn’t good.”
    Grimly, he told, “I’m aware of that. Let’s catch up to them before anyone else spots them.” Thinking fast, he told her, “Seems to me, every deaf kid I know has a phone simply for text messaging purposes, a Sidekick, a BlackBerry, whatever. Can we track his phone?”
    â€œDo you have his number?”
    â€œNo.” Joseph shook his head, then smiled and said, “No, but I’ve got Alonso’s. If we’re right and they’re together, we can find them that way.”
    Pulling out her cell, she said, “Give me the number.”
    He did and she put the request in to the person on the other end. “Call me when you’ve got it. Thanks.” Hanging up she looked at him. “I also put out a Be on the Lookout, a BOLO, for Dylan’s car and Alonso’s. Both cars are missing from the student lot. If they’re in either one, they won’t get far. The security guard said both boys left at approximately the same time. I have a feeling Dylan’s going to ditch his car and hook up with Alonso.”
    Joseph said, “I would say that’s pretty good reasoning. I can head back to my parents’ house, but I’m thinking they probably wouldn’t go there.”
    â€œDoes Alonso have a favorite hangout? Is there a place the deaf kids just go to hang out?”
    â€œThe local pizza place over on Union Street or the arcade down on Church. Let’s check the pizza place first.”
    â€œWe also need to get in touch with Dylan’s parents and let them know they need to contact us if he shows up at home.”
    Joseph wheeled the car toward the pizza place. Withinminutes, they were driving through the parking lot. “I don’t see Alonso’s or Dylan’s car.”
    Catelyn sighed in disgust and shook her phone. “How long does it take to track a cell number?”
    â€œIf they’re having to go through the cell carrier, it’ll take a little bit. They’re not at the arcade. I’m going to head toward the house.”
    â€œThat seems like the last place they’d go.”
    â€œDo you have any better ideas?”
    She heaved a sigh. “He’s your brother.”
    â€œRight.”
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    Catelyn leaned back and shut her eyes against the headache that was starting. Her phone buzzed, intruding on her brief moment of peace.
    â€œHello?”
    â€œCatelyn, your target is somewhere on Sugarleaf Street. Um…704, to be specific.”
    â€œThank, Bri.”
    She hung up. “They’re at your parents’ house. Or at least that’s where Alonso’s phone tracked to.”
    Joseph let a smug look briefly cross his face. She resisted the urge to punch him, decided to let him revel in his cleverness and sat back to finish the short ride while her adrenaline pumped at the thought of arresting Dylan.
    Five minutes later, Joseph pulled into the driveway of his childhood home. They hopped out and made their way up the front porch and into the house. His mother greeted them, signing her welcome. “Joseph, what brings you here in the middle of the day? And Catelyn…” Surprise lifted her brows. “Hello, darling.”
    â€œHi, Mrs. Santino.”
    Concerned flickered across her smooth, chubby face as she looked at Joseph. “What is it, son?”
    â€œIs Alonso here, Mama?”
    She twisted her ever present apron between her hands, then dropped it to sign, “No, he didn’t come in the house. At least I didn’t feel his usual thumping