The boy stood out not only for his appearance but for his behavior. He had light olive skin and soft black hair shaved close on the sides. The baggy athletic jersey and sagging shorts ruled out recent immigrant status; as far as Carol Teeters knew, only American-born kids knew how to throw away good looks like that. He had left his backpack unattended on the sidewalk as he peered through the chain-link fence, which told Carol how much he knew about her neighborhood. He looked about fifteen, though she wasn’t much of a judge anymore. The key thing was that