counted that raggedy mess of a toy as one of the finest possessions heâd ever owned.
He wondered if Mr. Moo Mooâs eye was still safe in Keeleyâs pocket.
The drive to the Pick and Pack was easy, and they made the trip in less than fifteen minutes due to Keeleyâs blistering pace. A sprinkling of rain began to fall. The parking lot was fairly empty, only a few cars and a lone attendant rounding up shopping carts. No sign of a motorcycle, but he didnât fool himself. Tucker had managed to find out where Keeley lived and tracked her into the woods, then lured her to a rooftop. He could be anywhere. He jogged from his truck to catch up to her as they entered the grocery store.
Keeley seemed to have a plan. She marched straight up to the long-haired teen at the register. The kid gave her a frightened double take. âWhat do you want?â
âWhat do people usually want at a grocery store, Stephano?â she said, sweetly. âIâm here for groceries, flour, to be specific, but youâre going to give me a piece of information, too, because youâre a helpful kind of guy.â
He chewed his lip. âWhat kind of information?â
âSomebody came in last night, just before midnight. Thatâs your shift, isnât it?â
He grunted, which Mick could not identify as affirmative or negative. Would it kill this generation to say âyes, sirâ and âyes, maâamâ?
âSo during your shift, somebody came in and bought a whole bag of nothing but snack cakes. You know the kind with the yellow cake and white creamy stuff inside?â
He lifted a careless shoulder. âI donât remember.â
âI think you do, and whatâs more,â she said as she pointed to the security camera, âI think you could let me see a peek at that security tape, couldnât you?â
âNo way. Iâd get fired,â he said, sending a quick look around the store, probably to be sure his supervisor wasnât watching.
Keeley leaned in, looking like a falcon going for the rabbit. âYouâd get in worse trouble if I told your parents that you spray painted my shed.â She held up a palm. âYou can deny it if you want to, but Iâve got a sweet camera with a zoom lens and boy, did I get a great shot of you two at work.â
The kid turned a greenish tint. He scanned the store again. âMy boss is taking a nap in the back. You can go in the security room quick. No more than five minutes, hear me?â
Keeley nodded and sauntered away.
Mick gave the kid a grin. âGood man knows when heâs beaten, son. Iâd give up the spray painting if I were you.â
He heard Stephano swearing softly. Chuckling, Mick joined Keeley, who had already plucked the tape from the day before from the shelf and stuck it in the machine, pressing the fast-forward button with an impatient finger.
âThat was impressive back there,â Mick said. âWhy didnât you show his parents the photo earlier?â
She laughed. âI was a stinker of a teen once, too. I was grounded for an entire summer my sophomore year.â
âWhat did you do?â
âYou donât have a high-enough security clearance to know that.â
He smiled.
She pointed to the time unspooling under the black-and-white video. âWeâre coming up on it now.â
He leaned close, her hair tickling his chin, the strands softer than the down of a baby bird. A lady appeared on the screen, tall with long dark hair loose around her shoulders, maybe in her late twenties. Her mouth was thin lipped, eyes dark and she wore a T-shirt a couple of sizes too big. She said something to Stephano and he answered back, which caused the woman to smile while he rang up her purchase, a dozen snack cakes and two bottles of water. Keeley paused the video and Mick used his cell phone to take a picture of the screen.
Mick heard the sound of heavy feet
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