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AlmaI bid Frank, the chatty food bank manager, farewell and step out into the alley behind the building. Before getting into the car, I dial Amos. The call goes to voicemail, so I hang up and dial my mother.
She picks up on the third ring. “Hey, Mom. Can you ask Amos if he needs me to pick up juice for the punch? I know we were low and can’t remember if he grabbed some or not.”
“Isn’t he at the Lair with you?” she asks.
“No, we finished up, and I was dropping food off…” My blood goes cold, and my entire body freezes. Dread pulls at me with its icy claws. “Amos isn’t back yet?”
“No, it’s just me so far.”
“Is Love back?” I snap.
“Love’s with you,” she states, her voice raising in question.
“I gotta go,” I blurt out before hanging up and dialing Amos’s number again. He should’ve be
