Chapter Seventeen.
As the ferry docked, Leon held back, watching the girl in the long red wig, walking towards the first bus in line. The hair was, like Stan had said, extremely realistic, and he pondered that it was probably his Aunt Haley’s purchase, because his uncle wouldn’t have a clue, or would have gone to the joke shop, and Safron would be moving in a clown wig, if he had chosen it. He kept moving, behind the sea of people, but positioned himself so that he might keep watch over her for as long as he possibly could. He hated the fact that he was leaving her alone, even just for half an hour or so this would take, but it was the correct tactical decision. Leon saw Safron jump on the bus and then headed in the opposite direction, walking behind the other passengers, using them for
