"Leigh's in trouble, isn't she?" The words came out helpless, resigned.
Her friends stood there, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, their expressions matching what I already knew.
Callum gripped his sister's shoulder and aimed a grim look at me. "Whatever you need, we'll help."
Jo wiped her face. "She told us not to, Cal."
"Whatever you need," Callum said again, his voice stern.
Just then, Mrs. Gonzalez's car pulled into my driveway up the street with two ponytailed passengers in the backseat. Without Leigh home to watch her, she would be all alone, and given that I feared for one daughter's safety already, alone wasn't going to happen.
"Can you watch Darby?" I asked. "Just for a little while so I can find Leigh."
Jo nodded. "I have a Bobby Fever bookmark for her anyway."
I sighed my relief. "I'll be right back with her."
"We'll have a peanut butter and pickle sandwich waiting when she gets here," Jo said and disappeared behind the closing door.