“With eye”—that’s how Stevie had described the phone’s feature of unlocking by looking at it. 

Yogi sat down heavily on one of the many couches piled around him. It looked like he was getting himself ready for some bad news—which, to be fair, he was. 

“Stevie gave me access to his phone through a retina scan,” I said. “I only had to look at it to unlock it.” 

Somehow, Yogi understood what I was saying. “So are you saying that when you just look at that calculator thing, it knows who you are?” Bones nodded.

Yogi slapped his knee. “Goll-lee!” He looked up at the sky in awe, then he jumped to his feet. “I know those boys. The big one and the redhead tried to ride around the loop after I closed one weekend night. The little, sick boy just sat outside waiting for them. Poor kid lives alone with his grandma and he lost his voice after the cancer. He probably can’t find anybody to be nice to him. Thank god for Doc Lopez or the kid probably wouldn’t have lived—at least that’s what they’d told him at the hospital.” 

“Ah-ha!” Bones said. “I knew I had something in common with Cal. I could tell by the way he looked at me!”

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