Alex was right—Saundra didn’t mind if he brought
Jamie to the radio station. “Just keep him under control,” she
warned. They sat in the sound booth, listening to the goofy host of
the morning show flirt with the girl who did traffic. “And make
sure he doesn’t steal anything. It’s coming out of your paycheck if
he does.”
Alex sighed as he picked at the volume slider on the control
panel. “He’s just two years younger than me,” he pointed out, “not
some snot-nosed brat. Just because he lives at the shelter doesn’t
mean he’s a thief.”
“He’s a street rat,” Saundra replied. “Looking for free
food and handouts and expecting something for nothing. Like the
world owes them a living. If he’s only two years younger than you,
why isn’t he on his own? Can’t he get a job? Or won’t he do an
