It’s Harry’s idea to talk in their dressing room. It’s private, and none of the audience members or stagehands milling about will interrupt. As Harry leads them through the brightly-lit corridor, he keeps Devon’s hand pinned tightly between his arm and side, as if afraid to let go. Devon sees a policeman interviewing the stage manager, and a policewoman holds back a German shepherd sniffing around the disappearing box. The kid isn’t in it, Devon knows. He left the stage after the act—everyone saw it.
The only problem is no one actually saw him return to his seat. Now this.
Harry’s door has a large golden star on it that reads Harry Marvelous. The star comes with them; it’s the first thing Devon puts up when they arrive for a show, and the last thing he takes down before they leave the ve
