I stopped at a fast-food place for a quick bite and a bathroom break. It must have been an early day at school. The booths were filled with teens, boisterous with their recent release. Did Blake Tucker have kids? I didn’t think so. Not that it necessarily made a difference, or gave me any insight into whether he was evil—evil people had kids, too. Of course, most people who did bad things weren’t downright evil. They didn’t start there anyway, though bad act after bad act might eventually land them in the Luciferous camp. But for someone who wasn’t evil, selling kids would be a pretty big leap.
The metal-plywood gate stood open when I arrived at the Reform Center. I waited for an exiting car to pass, and Craig gave me a wave from the passenger’s side as they did. The team must be wrapping
