I found Kelly inside with his older sisters, who were yelling out wrong answers in response to Jeopardy.
“Kelly? I need to talk to you.” He stood up, and gestured towards the kitchen. He was tall for 17, but then again, I was short for 9.
“Shoot.” He said, and strummed on his guitar.
“I need help. I found…Stevie. You know, the guy on the news…” My voice trailed off.
“The murderer.” His head came up from the guitar. “What do you want me to do?”
“Stevie didn’t do it. I need help to hide him.’’
“Forget it.” He stood up.
“Please.” I begged.
“Lemme see ‘im.” I took Kelly by the hand, and led him to the bus.
“Stevie?” I called.
“In here!” He yelled. I saw his face pushed against the dirty windows. Perhaps it was a good thing that I didn’t think to clean those windows…
“Alright. I’m in.” Kelly sat on the ground and played his guitar.