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she could read his thoughts, she repeated to the group around the table, “They’re kids, you guys. Barely past puberty kids without a single police record between them. Please keep that in mind.”
    “I’m keeping in mind that Detective de Sanges said that’s how all street punks start,” the man who had been introduced as the manager of Ace Hardware said.
    “I didn’t say all,” Jase disagreed. “But I do see enough juvenile offenders to make it one factor to consider.”
    “Surely,” Poppy insisted, “most of those that you see are involved in an actual robbery or mugging.”
    “True. Most—but not all—are.”
    “Does anyone else have an argument, either pro or con, that they’d like to throw out for discussion?” Garret asked.
    “I’d just like to reiterate that these are kids who have never been in trouble with the law,” Poppy said quietly. “I’m not saying let them skip out of their obligations. Just, please, let’s not be the ones to give them their first police record.”
    “Anyone else?” Garret asked. Getting no response, he said, “Does anyone plan on pressing charges?”
    When no one said anything to that, either, he said, “I’ll take that as a provisional no.” He turned to Poppy. “Can I hear an official proposal?”
    She straightened her shoulders, which had temporarily slumped. Shook back hair so thick and curly the entire mass quivered. “I propose we teach the three boys who tagged your businesses a sense of accountability by making them cover or remove the vandalized areas with paint and/or paint dissolvers that they provide at their own expense. I further propose—”
    “Let’s do this one motion at a time,” Garret interrupted. He looked around the table. “Would anyone like to second that?”
    “You can’t just turn kids that young loose with buckets of paint and a few brushes and hope for the best,” Jerry said to Poppy. “Are you willing to supervise the project?”
    Jase figured this was where her idealism would meet the reality of giving up her salon appointments or charity boards or however she spent her days in order to ride herd on three kids who—if his own experience was anything to go by—would be far from grateful.
    He sat back, waiting to hear how she planned to get out of it.
    But she merely gave Jerry a serene dip of her head. “Yes.”
    “I’ll second the motion, then.”
    Garret looked at Jase. “Since we invited your and Poppy’s opinions, we agreed to give you both a vote in this as well.”
    He was too astounded by the way Calloway had busted his expectations to respond.
    Garret turned his attention back to his group. “All in favor?”
    Poppy and seven of the eleven merchants raised their hands.
    “Against?”
    The remaining four raised their hands. Jase abstained.
    “The ayes have it.” Garret gave Poppy, whose smile was so bright Jase was tempted to whip out his shades, an avuncular smile. “I take it you have more to say?”
    “Yes. I further propose we take this opportunity to teach these boys a more constructive way to decorate the buildings in their neighborhood. A way that, in the end, will benefit the entire community by giving us something we’ll all enjoy looking at, and incidentally perhaps give them the self-esteem to redirect their creative urges in a more acceptable direction.”
    “Again, I have to ask,” Jerry said. “You supervising?”
    “Yes.”
    “I second the motion,” Penny said.
    “All in favor?”
    Poppy and five merchants—one of them Jerry, the owner of the building she proposed the kids paint—raised their hands.
    Garret looked around the table expressionlessly. “Against?”
    The six remaining merchants raised their hands, and all eyes turned to Jase to break the tie.
    He should abstain again and let them fight it out among themselves. What the hell did he care if they rewarded these kids?
    Except…
    He knew from personal experience what chaos could come from bending—never mind