12 Chapter 12

The list wasn’t long, only eleven kids. They were able to talk to ten of them, none of whom knew where Michael was—”That they’ll admit to, anyway,” John said after his third call. To a man, or girl in four cases, they said Michael wasn’t having any problems they knew about that would make him want to run away.

Nina let Kip know he’d had two calls from regular clients, so he called them back before he and John left to visit Mrs. Morgan.

“You might as well ride with me,” Kip said as they were leaving. “It’ll save on gas.”

“Using that theory, you should ride with me,” John retorted. “Bikes are notoriously easy on fuel.”

Kip considered it, briefly. “Thanks, but no. I don’t think right now is the time for me to learn how to be a passenger on one.”

“You’ve never…?” John looked at him in shock.

“Nope. But in my defense, I’ve never known anyone who owned one.”

“Just wait. I’ll get you on mine and then you’ll trade your car in, in a heartbeat.”