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    “It takes balls to steal a man’s car right out of his own driveway.”
    Before Cam could react, even so much as swear, a hand hooked into the back of his jeans and hauled him up and out. He swung out, and his bunched fist seemed to bounce off rock.
    He got his first look at the Mighty Quinn. The man was huge, at least six-five and built like the offensive line of the Baltimore Colts. His face was weathered and wide, with a thick shock of blond hair that glinted with silver surrounding it. His eyes were piercingly blue and hotly annoyed.
    Then they narrowed.
    It didn’t take much to hold the boy in place. He couldn’t have weighed a hundred pounds, Quinn thought, if he’d fished the kid out of the bay. His face was filthy and badly battered. One eye was nearly swollen shut, while the other, dark slate gray, held a bitterness no child should feel.There was blood dried on the mouth that managed to sneer despite it.
    Pity and anger stirred in him, but he kept his grip firm. This rabbit, he knew, would run.
    “Looks like you came out on the wrong end of the tussle, son.”
    “Get your fucking hands off me. I wasn’t doing nothing.”
    Ray merely lifted a brow. “You were in my wife’s new car at just past seven on a Saturday morning.”
    “I was just looking for some loose change. What’s the big fucking deal?”
    “You don’t want to get in the habit of overusing the word ‘fuck’ as an adjective. You’ll miss the vast variety of its uses.”
    The mildly tutorial tone was well over Cam’s head. “Look, Jack, I was just hoping for a couple bucks in quarters. You wouldn’t miss it.”
    “No, but Stella would have dearly missed this car if you’d finished hot-wiring it. And my name isn’t Jack. It’s Ray. Now, the way I figure it you’ve got a couple of choices. Let’s outline number one: I haul your sorry butt into the house and call the cops. How do you feel about doing the next few years in a juvenile facility for badasses?”
    Whatever color Cam had left in his face drained away. His empty stomach heaved, his palms suddenly covered in sweat. He couldn’t stand a cage. Was sure he would die in a cage. “I said I wasn’t stealing the goddamn car. It’s a four-speed. How the hell am I supposed to drive a four-speed?”
    “Oh, I have a feeling you’d manage just fine.” Ray puffed out his cheeks, considered, blew out air. “Now, choice number two—”
    “Ray! What are you doing out there with that boy?”
    Ray glanced toward the porch, where a woman with wild red hair and a ratty blue robe stood with her hands on her hips.
    “Just discussing some life choices. He was stealing your car.”
    “Well, for heaven’s sake!”
    “Somebody beat the crap out of him. Recently, I’d say.”
    “Well.” Stella Quinn’s sigh could be heard clearly across the dewy green lawn. “Bring him in and I’ll take a look at him. Hell of a way to start the morning. Hell of a way. No, you get inside there, idiot dog. Fine one you are, never one bark when my car’s being stolen.”
    “My wife, Stella.” Ray’s smile spread and glowed. “She just gave you choice number two. Hungry?”
    The voice was buzzing in Cam’s head. A dog was barking in high, delighted yips from miles and miles away. Birds sang shrilly and much too close by. His skin went brutally hot, then brutally cold. And he went blind.
    “Steady there, son. I’ll get you.”
    He fell into the oily black and never heard Ray’s quiet oath.
    When he woke, he was lying on a firm mattress in a room where the breeze ruffled the sheer curtains and carried in the scent of flowers and water. Humiliation and panic rose up in him. Even as he tried to sit up, hands held him down.
    “Just lie still a minute.”
    He saw the long, thin face of the woman who leaned over him, poking, prodding. There were thousands of gold freckles over it, which for some reason he found fascinating. Her eyes were dark green and frowning. Her mouth was set in a thin,