Yogi must’ve known it wouldn’t be an awesome idea for two kids from the future to stumble around talking to more people, because he said, “This is my cousin’s kid.”

He jabbed his thumb at me. “She’s pretty sick right now and I’m taking care of him and his stepbrother here until she gets better. I’ll keep a good eye on them. Promise.” 

Slim, Baz, and the sheriff all raised their eyebrows in unison. Clearly, it was a far-fetched story, and it didn’t look like they were going to buy it. But the sheriff heaved a sigh and glanced at his watch. 

“OK, Yogi,” he said. “Only because it’s you. But before they go back to your cousin, we need to get their state- ment. They’re important witnesses in our case against the Gentleman Thief.” 

“Of course, Sheriff,” Yogi said. “I’ll bring them down to the station before they head back home.” 

“One more thing,” the sheriff said, hooking his fingers through his belt, looking at Bones, then slowly turning his gaze on me. Why did I feel like I was suddenly in a windowless room with a bare light bulb dangling over my head?

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