She looked down. “I never saw a girl, but he stole some stuff from me. Nothing fancy, just some hoop earrings and a dumb sparkly jacket. I don’t even care about the stuff, but maybe he gave them to a girl? I’ve tried his phone, and he doesn’t answer. He’s only been with us for six months, but he’s a good kid. He’ll come back. I’m not calling social services yet. He’s fifteen and independent. School just let out. He hasn’t been gone long. The last thing a young black boy needs is to have the cops hassle him.”
“Yeah, I get it. And, like you, I’m just trying to help a lost kid. I think he might have known these girls. Maybe he’s trying to help one? How long has Logan been gone?” I started to worry Logan was in trouble too.
“Just a few days.” She looked past me at something deep inside her m
