Since the hearing wasn’t set to resume until that afternoon, Bones suggested a friendly game of one-on-one over at the court on the elementary school playground. Eli thought he was on his game, although neither had scored yet, when he faked right, spun left, and executed a nearly perfect shot from outside the key. But it bounced off the rim, and Bones caught it.
The missed shot fouled Eli’s mood. “They wouldn’t believe Cyndi if she showed them a video,” he fumed.
They decided to call it quits. Just then, Ramon tore by on his skateboard wearing his bright red backpack.
“Hola! Abogado!” he cried out.
“Hey, Ramon!” Eli called after him. “Get your scrawny self back here.” Then, to Bones, he asked, “Why would a cop be afraid of a ten-year-old kid?”
Bones shrugged. “They insisted he doesn’t
