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    The first time she spoke to him was at midnight.
    It’s you, it’s really you. I can see you. Can you hear me?
    It was a child’s voice, high, excited, with light bursts of breathing.
    He heard her voice at the edge of sleep. At first he didn’t understand, thought maybe it was Sean, but then he saw her—the shape of her small head, then a tangle of long, dark brown hair, and he thought, Yes, it’s me. Who are you?
    I can really see you, just like I could see my dad. He died, you know. Your name’s Dillon and I saw you standing in front of that bank on TV, and listened to the TV people tell what you did.
    At first Savich didn’t know what she was talking about. You saw me on TV?
    Oh, yes. I told my mama you were a hero. You took care of those bank robbers, made them real sorry. She said you were crazy, said what if there’d been kids in the bank?
    Raise your face so I can see you. Who are you?
    She shoved back her hair and looked straight at him. I’m Autumn.
    Autumn. Now he saw her small, triangular face, her child-white skin, beautiful eyes, a lighter blue than Sherlock’s, framed with absurdly long lashes, freckles across the bridge of her nose, but there was something wrong, something— Can you see me, Autumn?
    Oh, yes. You’re all dark.
    How did you get to me?
    I haven’t tried to call anyone since my dad died. Last night I thought real hard, and tried to picture your face, but you wouldn’t come. Then tonight, I saw you in my mind standing in front of the bank, and there you were. I think you’re rich, Dillon, real rich.
    No, I’m not rich.
    You’re inside-rich and you’re wide open, at least tonight you are. Mama’s afraid, she’s always afraid; well, I’m afraid too, since I’m the one who saw them. Mama said we have to hide real good or they’ll find us. She jumps out of her skin whenever anybody comes close. I do too. They’re real scary, Dillon. I told her I’d ask you what to do. Mama started to shake her head at me like she always used to do, then she didn’t.
    I told her I might know if they get close, and I think she believes me. I don’t believe me, though. I’m just not sure about anything now. Everything’s so scary after Bricker’s Bowl.
    Your mama’s afraid of something you saw? What did you see, Autumn?
    I can’t, I can’t —Fear knifed through her voice. He was afraid she’d hyperventilate.
    Autumn, it’s okay. No, don’t fade out. Stay with me. Can you tell me where you are?
    Mama says it’s hard to hide because of the Internet, but I don’t think Messed needs the Internet. She says that’s why we’re in the boondocks. It’s nowhere, she says, and maybe they won’t find us here, maybe even Messed won’t find us here. It’s real pretty, lots of trees, and the mountains are everywhere, all around you, and they go on forever, but today was real hot. She hopes Uncle Tollie can help us, but he isn’t home yet, so we’re waiting for him. He knows people like you, that’s what Mama says.
    Can you tell me who’s trying to find you, Autumn? This man named Messed? Is he from Bricker’s Bowl?
    Yes, his name’s Blessed. It’s a neat name, but he’s creepy. Mama says that’s because of what he’s like. I think that house in Bricker’s Bowl is creepier. That’s where they buried — no, Mama said I can’t ever ever tell because it sounds too crazy and nobody would believe us. At least we have some money. Mama found it in Daddy’s safe deposit box. It’s not just Blessed, Dillon, it’s all of them. What do you think we should do?
    First, tell me where you are. What’s your last name?
    Her small face blurred. I can’t—
    Yes, you can. Autumn! No, wait —
    He heard a distant echo of her voice, as if she were calling him from inside a well. I can’t see you!
    It’s all right. Just relax and try again.
    Her voice was more distant now, only a whisper, her face a blur. I’ll try to call again so you can tell me what to do.
    But who are you? Where are