“It rarely happens,” Maddox assured him. “We’re very careful from the moment we find out about someone who needs our help until we bring them up here.”
“You only knew about me a few hours before you picked me and Grey up,” Davie pointed out.
Maddox looked at Grey, who nodded, and then said, “Grey is, well was, our eyes on the street. Him and a couple of other guys. He told Slade about how you saved him from those punks and afterward got the reputation for taking on anyone who went after other street kids. Slade was already considering offering you a place here; because the word was out on the street that someone needed to do something about you.”
“You’re shitting me!”