backpack and pushed it through the chain-link. Even from where I was standing, I could see what it was. Money. A roll of it.
Nick had passed the roll to a guy with reddish hair who looked vaguely familiar, although I couldnât remember where I had seen him before. He took the money and stuffed it into his jeans pocket.
âThanks a million, Nick,â he said. âItâs the last time, I swear. A buddy of mine told me heâd talk to his boss. Heâs sure the guy will hire me as soon as I get my license backââ He broke off when he spotted me and nodded at Nick, who turned and glared at me.
âWhat do you want?â he said.
âKathy said to tell you that she wants to see you in her office,â I said. âRight now.â
He glanced back at the shelter. He didnât look as calm and cool as he had the day before when I had accused him of stealing. If anything, he looked panicked.
Good,
I thought. He turned back to the guy on the other side of the fence.
âYou gotta get out of here,â he said.
The guy on the other side of the fence laughed. âMan, they really got you whipped, Nicky,â he said.
âNow
, Joey,â Nick said.
Joey.
Nick had talked on the phone last week to someone named Joey. Heâd told him to relax, that heâd get it. Did he owe money to this Joey? And the thick roll of cash I had seen him pass through the fenceâwhere would a guy like Nick get that much money? It looked like I hadnât been wrong about him after all. It looked like he really had taken some of the money collected by shelter volunteers.
Joey shrugged, a long, lazy who-cares gesture, before turning and bounding across the open field on the other side of the fence. Nick watched him go. When his eyes met mine again, they were hard and distant. He slipped his other arm through his backpack and brushed past me.
I trailed behind him, not eager to catch up, and hung back when he yanked on the door to go inside. I waited a few moments before going inside myself. As I headed for my office, I heard voices.
âYou know better than that,â Kathy was saying. She sounded annoyed.
I heard Nick respond: âItâs not my fault.â
âThat doesnât cut it with me, Nick,â Kathy said.âAnd it wonât cut it with Ed, either. Youâre lucky that I spotted Joey before he did. Heâd have you out of the program today if he knew.â I heard a long sigh followed by a few moments of silence.
âYouâre not going to tell him, are you?â Nick said. He sounded scared.
âGive me one reason why I shouldnât,â Kathy said.
âJoeyâs not what you think. Heâs not a bad guy.â
âHe knows heâs not on your approved list, doesnât he? And he knows what happens if you break the rules, right?â Kathy said. âBut heâs such a good guy that he just ignores all of that, even if it gets
you
in trouble. Is that what youâre telling me?â
When Nick spoke again, his voice was small, as if he were a little boy instead of a big, tough teenager.
âPlease, Kathy,â he said. âDonât tell Mr. Jarvis, okay? Joey just needed some help and I couldnât say no.â
Right,
I thought. Joey needed money, and Nick knew exactly where to find some. âItâll never happen again, I promise.â He was begging her. I couldnât believe it. Tough guy Nick DâAngelo was actually begging. I wished I could have seen it with my own eyes.
I hoped that Kathy would tell him the same thing I would have if I were in her shoes: Sorry, Nick, but rules are rules. Why should Nick keep getting so many chances to break them?
I heard another long sigh.
âYouâve mostly been doing well here,â Kathy said.
âI have?â There was a note of hope in Nickâs voice.
âAlthough you could have been nicer to Mr. Schuster.â
âHe doesnât like