And somehow they’d figured out that this one” he squeezed Caleb’s shoulder gently “carried cash in his backpack every Saturday afternoon.”

My whole body went cold.

“They came after him,” I said.

“For the money.” Caleb squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, slowly.

“They cornered me,” he said, so quietly.

“By the footbridge.

Last night, and then they were waiting again today.

They wanted the backpack.