Alas, even though I kept my mouth shut about Lizzie"s death and decided not to even tell Daniel or Mart until the next day, Tuck and I underestimated the power of the scanner-owning community in St. Marin"s. By the time Mayhem and I made the walk home, Mart had texted twice and even called once to see if I was okay since the dispatcher"s call for police presence had included my name because I"d made the 911 call.
Symeon kept a scanner going at his house because he worked as a volunteer firefighter. I knew this because when, one night, I’d forgotten my keys and called the dispatcher at the sheriff’s office to see if Tuck could swing by to help me out since he wasn’t answering his cell phone, the request had gone out by radio, a fact that I would never live down. But I also wouldn’t ever be
