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PART 2

TROUBLE TRACKER

My house felt more comfortable, yet I was getting more and more restless. Occasionally I spoke at elementary schools, telling kids how to stay safe in the woods, what to do if they ever became lost and how to prevent becoming lost in the first place. I would tell them the story about finding a missing boy in the mountains and would then take their questions. It was a way to contribute and I hoped the information sunk in.

Michaels called every few days to check up on me. Our visits were always warm and casual. I got the feeling he was sitting on the sidelines waiting to be called into the game. What kind of game he was watching intrigued me. I certainly couldn’t find anything remarkable about the Cassidy Callahan game, but I enjoyed his calls.

I remembered the day I had escaped from Silva. Michaels had already known my name and in a way that felt nice. He had probably found my name from the DMV records while checking my license plate number from the bank robbery. It still felt good that he had used it. That had helped him look like a true neighbor with a real question that day. I never asked him about it, but I certainly speculated.