10
When they turned onto 2nd Street, a figure far down the block was waving wildly at them. Paix and Briscola jogged towards the figure.
"You gotta be careful in situations like this," Paix said, "and don't let your guard down. Stay away from the side alleys. This could be a trap."
Briscola nodded, puffing.
The figure turned out to be a woman: Mrs. Bryce. "You must help me. My boy wasn't here when I woke, and I thought he went looking for work without waking me. But it's almost tea-time! He's never out this late."
Briscola had his back to them, scanning the area.
Paix took a deep breath. Don't get agitated. "So your older boy is missing." Paix vaguely remembered the boy: sixteen or so, about as tall as Briscola, with the same pale skin, dark hair, and dark eyes as his mother. "May we
