Someone, she thought, had given the kids the basic pecking order. “That’s right.”
“Sometimes they don’t.” Steven’s jaw tightened. “Sometimes they don’t find them and arrest them. And sometimes when they do they don’t go to jail.”
And, the reality. “That’s right, too.”
“Lieutenant Dallas always finds the bad people,” Roarke told the boy, “because she never stops looking. She never stops looking because even though she didn’t know Bart before, he’s her friend now, too.”
“How can she be his friend if she didn’t know him?”
“Because after he died, she went to him, and looked at him, and promised him her help. That’s what friends do. They help.”
“He helped me with compu-science for school,” Michael piped up.
“And he let us play his games and let us have fizzies . . .” He slanted a look up at his mother.
She smiled. “It’s all right.”
“We’re not supposed to have too many fizzies,” Michael explained. “They’re not really good for you. How do you catch the bad people? Don’t they hide and run away?”
Okay, Eve decided, she could handle this. “They try to. You might be able to help me find them.”
“You need clues.”
“Sure. Sometimes I get clues by talking to people. So why don’t you tell me about the last time you saw Bart?”
“It wasn’t yesterday or the day before, but the day before that.” Michael looked at his brother for verification.
“It was raining a lot so we couldn’t go to the park after our music lesson. We got to go up to Bart’s and be a test study.”
“What did you test?”
“Bases Loaded,” Steven told her. “The new version that’s not even out yet. It’s total and almost as good as playing in the park for real.”
“Was anyone else there?”
“It was just us, until Min came to get us. And Bart talked her into playing Scrabble before we left. She won. She always wins Scrabble.”
“Maybe he talked to someone on the ’link.”
“No, ma’am, he didn’t. Oh, but Leia was there. I forgot.”
“The droid.”
“She made snacks. Healthy snacks,” Michael added with another glance at his mother. “Sort of healthy.”
“Did he show you any other new games? Something else that isn’t out yet?”
“Not that day.”
“How about Fantastical?”
Both boys angled their heads. “What is it?” Steven asked. “It sounds like a magic game. Linc likes magic games especially.”
“Linc Trevor,” Sing supplied. “He’s a friend of the boys, and lives in the building. He and his family are on vacation.”
“They’ve been gone forever,” Michael complained.
“Less than two weeks.” Susan glanced at Eve. “They’ll be gone a month altogether.”