Chapter 2As he walked down Daumier toward Rampart, Brett checked every doorway and accessible courtyard for homeless kids, or adults. He even went down the narrow walk-ways between the buildings to see in any of them might have crashed behind them. He found a couple of guys, but neither of them recognized the kid. Not too surprising, Brett figured, given the size of the homeless population in the city, despite the mayor’s efforts to change that.
When he got to Rampart, he had an idea and immediately called Kylian.
“I’m right across from Louis Armstrong Park. I’m going to check it out.”
“All right. I hadn’t thought about that,” Kylian replied. “Hang on and I’ll join you.” He did, moments later.
The park was dark except for the occasional streetlamp. Not too surprisingly, more than one s
