I shook my head at him like “Could you be a bigger idiot?” and walked out to the garage to grab my bike. As we rode down Franklin Avenue, I realized that we really had no plan other than dumping our bikes a block from where Stevie was kidnapped.

I stopped Bones at the end of Franklin and told him if either of us got caught or taken that we’d text each other right away.

We found some bushes to dump our bikes on Mastin Street and started walking up to the intersection. It was really quiet and dark because all the street lights were out.

So I added to our plan, “Let’s be as quiet as possible, Bones. Stealth.” When we got up to the intersection, I put my index finger over my lips to signal quiet and then very slowly pointed with my index and middle finger to my eyes: look at me. Then I pointed for him to go to the other side of the intersection.

Of course the bonehead got none of it. “Lump! That’s pretty cool how you did that! I feel like we’re in the Marines right now!”

I clenched my teeth. “Will you just shut up and see if you can find something over there?” I had no idea what we were looking for or what we’d find. Any trace of Stevie might help us figure out who took him and why.

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