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“No, buddy. Someone called us. That’s all.”
“As for the caller,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “what happens with them?”
“There’s not really anything we can do,” he said. “She had a concern. She’s within her rights to call.”
“She,” I repeated.
He didn’t say a name.
He didn’t have to.
When I turned, I saw it.
Deborah’s curtain moved.
She was watching.
I could feel the smugness from across the street.
He didn’t even get his shoes off before I said:
He froze. “What?”
So I told him.
The phone call. The playground.
The word “drugs” hanging in the air like a bad smell. The boys’ faces. The officer saying she was within her rights.
By the time I finished, my hands were shaking again.
“She said there might be drugs,” I said.
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