Chapter 3
Friday was the second weekly changing of the family guard. Starr was off now until Monday, and had had a day of mountain air and vigorous traipsing around after Bodhi to shake any residual “cop” out of his head—he was ready to punch in as Pops while Mark went back to three nights of chaos on the phone.
Between his twelve-hour shifts, his six hours of sleep, and his devotion to his gym routine, Mark didn’t see much of the family on work days. If something was going on around town on Saturday, they’d usually try to squeeze it in—neighborhood street festivals in the summer, a pumpkin patch in the fall, maybe a lap around the zoo—but more and more the boys had baseball games and playdates, things to do with cousins and school friends; some weekends Mark felt like he might as well h
