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POW!
As Marv tumbled backward, he let go of Kevin's arm. Kevin quickly turned and
socked Harry in the stomach with all his might.
"Uhhh!" The bad guy instantly grimaced and dropped to his knees. Kevin stared
at his little fist in amazement. Then he grabbed his backpack and took off across
the street.
The light changed and the pedestrians left the corner, leaving Marv on his back
and Harry on his knees, his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. Marv
propped himself up on his elbows. "Where's the kid?"
"Headed for the park," Harry grimaced and pointed toward the trees.
"You okay?" Marv asked as he started to help Harry up.
"Would I be on my knees if I was okay?" Harry snapped. "He hit me in the
ulcer."
Marv helped Harry to his feet and they ran into the park, looking for Kevin.
Ahead of them was a typical late afternoon Central Park scene: joggers, people
walking dogs, a horse-drawn hansom cab waiting for a fare, and a group of
schoolchildren wearing caps or hooded coats, going home after a field trip.
Harry and Marv smiled. It was obvious where they would hide if they were a
kid.
They waded through the crowd of children, yanking the hats and hoods off every
boy who appeared to be Kevin's height. But none of them was Kevin.
"I don't get it," Marv said when they'd finished. "We checked every kid."
"We should have shot him when we had the chance," Harry grumbled, looking
around at the trees and joggers. "I hate pulling a job knowing that kid's out on
the loose."
"What can he do?" Marv asked. "Kids are helpless."
"Not that kid," Harry replied.
"Hey, he don't got a house full of dangerous goodies this time," Marv said. "He's

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"Hey, he don't got a house full of dangerous goodies this time," Marv said. "He's
alone, and he's in the park, and it's gonna be dark soon."
Harry saw that his partner was right. The sun was sinking behind the buildings to
the west, leaving long shadows across the bare trees and bushes. Pretty soon it
would be night.
"Grown men come in here and don't get out alive," Marv said.
"Yeah." Harry started to grin. He liked what he was hearing.
"Good luck, little fella!" he shouted, and then turned to Marv. "I think it's time
we paid Duncan's Toy Chest another visit."
Curled up in the storage box behind the hansom cab, Kevin heard Harry's shout.
It might've been a trick to get him to come out, so he stayed in his hiding place
even longer. It was dark in the storage box and smelled like horses, but Kevin
knew it was better than winding up in the bottom of the Hudson River.
A long time passed. Finally, when Kevin was certain the bad guys must've given
up searching for him, he pushed up the lid of the storage box and peeked out.
The sun had disappeared behind the buildings. The sky was gray and the park
was dark and cold. All the joggers and dog walkers he'd seen before were gone.
He climbed out of the box, stepped over a frozen puddle of water, and watched
the mercury vapor streetlights in the park slowly start to glow. Kevin hugged
himself and shivered. He was alone, without a place to stay that night, without a
way to fly home or to Miami or anyplace else.
And it was Christmas Eve.
"I want to go home," he sniffed. "Mom, where are you?"

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