PART 2
That silence worried me more than the overturned dishes.
Evan had wanted that used mountain bike for nearly a year. The first time he showed it to me, I’d offered to help pay.
“No. I want to earn it myself, Mom.”
At the time, I’d been proud of him.
Evan was 10 when we lost Jeremy. After that, he rarely asked me for anything.
The diner was small and family-owned. Mr. Alvarez knew us from the neighborhood, and once I discovered Evan was working there, I allowed him to continue because his Saturday shifts involved only bussing tables, light cleaning, and helping in the dishroom.
I looked around the diner.
“Where did the money go?”
Evan folded his arms.
“It’s mine.”
“Yes, it is. And you’re 13.”
“That doesn’t mean you get to know everything, Mom.”
“No, Sir. But when your boss calls me because you’re trying to hand an adult your entire paycheck and breaking dishes over it, privacy gets a little smaller.”
Then I noticed something near his feet.
His backpack had fallen open when the bus tub crashed.
Several envelopes had spilled out beside a folded city bus map.
I bent down.
Evan moved immediately.
“Mom, don’t…”
That only made me pick it up.
He completely froze.
I unfolded the map across the nearest table.
Red circles covered it.
Six, maybe seven.
Beside several circles were notes in Evan’s cramped handwriting.
TIRES
MR T
HAIRCUT
STORE LADY
One address had been crossed out three times and rewritten farther down the street.
Two circles had dollar amounts beside them.
$180.
$65.
I looked at Evan.
“What is this?”
“Nothing.”
Mr. Alvarez made an irritated sound.
“That’s his favorite word.”
I pointed at the circles.
“You’ve been taking buses around town?”
“Sometimes.”
“By yourself?”
“I’m not five.”
“You’re 13, which is apparently old enough to create a secret map of people you’re paying behind my back.”
“I’m not paying people, Mom.”
Cal raised an eyebrow.
“You just tried to give me a paycheck.”
“That was different.”
I tapped the word TIRES.
“What is this?”
Evan looked away.
Cal answered instead.
“The tire place on Mason.”
I turned toward him.
“How do you know?”
“Because I followed him there last month.”
Evan exploded.
“You what?”
Cal shrugged.
“He’d already tried slipping me money twice. Then he kept telling everybody he was saving for a bicycle. I wanted to know where the rest was going.”
“You followed me?”
“I walked behind you for three blocks.”
“That’s following!”
“Whatever!” Cal sighed. “I got tired and took the bus.”
The tire shop on Mason.
I knew it.
I hadn’t been there since the winter after Jeremy died.
I folded the map.
“Get your backpack.”
Evan’s eyes widened.
“Why?”
“We’re going to the tire shop.”
“No.”
“Evan.”
“Mom, please.”
That “please” sounded different.
Not stubborn.
Afraid.
“What am I going to find there?” I demanded.
Evan swallowed and stared toward the windows.
“Nothing.”
Cal shook his head.
“There it is again.”
I handed Mr. Alvarez the paycheck.
“Can you hold this? Just until we get back.”
“I’ve been trying to make him keep it.”
Evan grabbed his backpack.
“I hate all of you.”
Cal pointed after him.
“That’s normal THIRTEEN. Keep that part.”
