Chapters (54)
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Chapter 1: Media Circus
- Chapter 2: The Woman in the Road
- Chapter 3: House Call
- Chapter 4: Searching for Wheels
- Chapter 5: Diving into the Wreck
- Chapter 6: Sigñor Ferragamo, I Presume
- Chapter 7: Habeas Corpus?
- Chapter 8: Poolside Chat
- Chapter 9: Out of the Mouths of Babes
- Chapter 10: Found in Translation
- Chapter 11: Clean—On the Outside
- Chapter 12: The Lion’s Den
- Chapter 13: Saturday at the Mall
- Chapter 14: Crumbs from the Table
- Chapter 15: Family Picnic
- Chapter 16: A Friend of the Family
- Chapter 17: Spinning Wheels, Seeking Traction
- Chapter 18: These Walls Do a Prison Make
- Chapter 19: Power Dining
- Chapter 20: Child in Mourning
- Chapter 21: We Serve and Protect
- Chapter 22: Night Crawlers
- Chapter 23: A Run to O’Hare
- Chapter 24: Annoying the Giants
- Chapter 25: Reaching Out To—A Friend?
- Chapter 26: If You Can’t Swim, Keep Away from Sharks
- Chapter 27: Hounding a Newshound
- Chapter 28: Friendly Warning
- Chapter 29: Help Me, Father, for I Know Not What I’m Doing
- Chapter 30: The Mad Virgin’s Story
- Chapter 31: A Day in the Country
- Chapter 32: Midnight Caller
- Chapter 33: Thrown in the Tank
- Chapter 34: Fourth of July Picnic
- Chapter 35: A Little Game on a Small Court
- Chapter 36: Bail? Why Leave Such Cool Quarters?
- Chapter 37: In the Big House
- Chapter 38: Prisoners in Cell Block H
- Chapter 39: An Audience with Miss Ruby
- Chapter 40: Sewing Circle
- Chapter 41: Photo Op
- Chapter 42: Slow Mend
- Chapter 43: Planning Session
- Chapter 44: Diving in with the Sharks
- Chapter 45: Fugitive
- Chapter 46: In the Church Militant
- Chapter 47: For Those Who Also Serve
- Chapter 48: Meet the Press
- Chapter 49: Scar Tissue
- Also by Sara Paretsky
- Copyright Page
He gulped the drink and kept a death grip on the cup as the best way to hold on to his wayward feelings. When he seemed calm enough to speak, I asked why he’d come to me.
“That was probably the stupidest thing of all, me coming to you, because what can you do? Only, when I saw he was going to send me to—to boot camp, I thought I couldn’t take another time like that, like when they made me go to the camp for fat kids, that was horrible enough, but at least everyone else was overweight too, but boot camp, that’s like when all the other kids get to haze you for being queer or different somehow. Like my cousins, when I have to go spend a month with them, they play football, they’re supposed to toughen me up.”
I blinked. “Is this a definite plan?”
“Oh, yes.” He looked at me bleakly. “Don’t tell me it’s wrong to snoop in his briefcase, it’s the only way I know what he’s up to, and I saw the fax from this place in South Carolina—of course anyone who does anything with prisons or army stuff, they fall over themselves for a chance to help out BB and this guy, he’s the head of this military school and they run a summer boot camp. So he faxes BB that they’ll be expecting me Saturday night, I can start Monday morning. BB and Eleanor can put me on a plane to Columbia when they take off for France. Not that I wanted to go to France with those ghastly Poilevy twins and my sisters, watch them swimming all day long to get ready for Mom’s swim meet. She’s doing this thing for charity on Labor Day, and of course she wants Madison to beat everyone. But I’d rather clock Madison and Rhiannon Trant in the pool than go to military camp.”
“But you disappeared two nights ago, didn’t you? Where have you been in the meantime?”
He looked at his hands. “I hid out in our grounds. When BB and Eleanor went to bed I’d go sleep in the cabana. Only the gardeners found me this morning and I was afraid they’d tell Eleanor.”
“Your folks are looking for you—that’s how I know you left home. Do you think they would call the police, or will they rely on Carnifice’s private security force?”
“I’m so stupid, aren’t I, I didn’t think about that,” Robbie muttered. “I only thought I should get away as fast as I could. Of course if he wants me he’ll sic his whole team on finding me. Not that he really wants me, but no one is supposed to outsmart BB Baladine.”