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Mitchell sat huddled in the back seat of the patrol car, tense and suspicious. The cardboard carton containing cat, kittens and turtle rested on the seat beside him. The rest of his property was in a battered paint bucket on the floor.

“I told you I’m not going back there.”

Mia turned in her seat, antennae going up. “Why not? Is something wrong at home?”

The boy ignored her.

Ever the cop, Collin spoke up. “Juvie Hall is the other alternative.”

“Better than home.”

The adults exchanged glances.

Collin hadn’t said two complete sentences since they’d left Mitch’s lean-to. He’d simply gathered up the animals and the rag-tag assortment of supplies and led the way to the cruiser. Mitchell had followed along without a fuss, his only concern for the animals. For some reason that Mia could not fathom, the two silent males seemed to communicate without words.

Right now, though, Collin’s words were not helping. Mia stifled the urge to shush him. Something was amiss with the child and he was either too scared or too proud to say so.

She pressed a little harder. “I wish you’d talk to me, Mitch. I can help. It’s what I do. If there is a problem at home I can help get it resolved.”

Dirt spewed up over the windshield as they bumped and jostled down the dusty road out of the landfill. Once on the highway, Collin flipped on the windshield washers.

“How do you and your mother get along? Any problems there?”

Mitch turned his profile toward her and stared at the spattering water.

Mia softened her voice. “Mitch, if there’s abuse, you need to tell me.”

His head whipped around, expression fierce. “Leave my mom out of this.”

Whoa! “Okay. What about your stepdad?”

Collin gave her a sideways glance that said he wished she’d shut up. She didn’t plan on doing that any time soon. Something was wrong in this boy’s life. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be running away. He wouldn’t be shoplifting, and he wouldn’t dread going home. She would be a lousy social worker and an even worse human being if she didn’t investigate the very real possibility of abuse.

“Mitchell,” she urged softly. “You can trust me. I want to help.”