it.â
âRight. I forgot. His father may answer.â
I rang the bell. It was one of those two-tone chimey deals.
DeeDee moved behind me.
A few long seconds later the door opened. A middle-agedman in a wheelchair eyed me suspiciously. His left eye sported a shiner.
I stepped aside, putting DeeDee front and center.
âMy nameâs Steeg. My friend, DeeDee Santos, is here to see Justin.â
She threw me a look that would have turned a gorgon to stone.
âUh, Mr. Hapner. Justin and I are, uh, friends. From school. And I⦠havenât heard from him. I, uh, just wondered if he was all right.â
Hapnerâs milky blue eyes shifted from DeeDee to me, lingered a bit, and lit on DeeDee again.
âHeâs never mentioned your name.â
This was as close as Iâd come to seeing her cry.
I draped my arm around DeeDeeâs shoulders.
I did a poor job keeping the edge from my voice. âTrust me,â I said. âTheyâre friends.â
âJustinâs in his room. Sleeping.â
DeeDee wriggled away. âMaybe we should go, Steeg.â
âIâve forgotten my manners,â Hapner said. âJustin doesnât have many friends stop by. Come on in.â
Hapnerâs motorized wheelchair gave a low hum as it rolled backward down a short foyer to the living room.
DeeDee went first. I followed right behind.
The apartment was neat and simply furnished. The layout was pretty basic. Eat-in kitchen off the foyer. Two bedrooms off the living room. One door open. The other closed.
Photos of Justin sat on every flat surface. In all but thephotos of him as a young toddler he appeared detached. Posed. Staring either directly into the lens or off into the distance. There was nothing recent. And, surprisingly, no photos of Mom.
âWas Justin expecting you, DeeDee?â Hapner said.
âNo. Itâs just that we kind of had an argument â¦â
âIâll get Justin,â he said, motoring his chair toward the closed door. âJustin. You have company.â
I heard a muffled, âWho?â
âYour friend DeeDee,â Hapner said.
A few moments passed and then the door opened a crack. When Justin saw it was DeeDee, it opened wider.
Justin, wearing jeans and a Mets sweatshirt, stared at DeeDee with a look of confusion. âWhatâre you doing here?â he said.
âI was worried,â DeeDee said. âItâs been a week since I heard from you. And â¦â
I noticed that Hapner was watching Justin closely. Justin threw him a hard stare and he looked away. His attention switched back to DeeDee.
âHow did you get here?â Justin said.
âMy friend Steeg brought me.â
Justinâs eyes settled on me. Then he turned to DeeDee.
âLetâs get out of here,â he said, heading for the door.
âYouâll need a jacket,â she said. âItâs freezing.â
âIâm fine,â he said.
After they left, Hapner looked at me and half-shrugged.
âYou know how it is at this age,â he said. âBe happy when his hormones settle down.â
Hapner motored over to me and held out his hand.
âForgot my manners again,â he said. âIâm Troy.â
I took his hand. âIâm just Steeg.â
âOdd first name.â
âFamily name. Never cared for my given name.â
âThen Steeg it is,â he said.
Each piece of upholstered furniture was tightly sealed in a plastic cocoon. Hapner and my mother, Norah, had to have had the same decorator. I settled in on the sofa. The cushion crackled under my weight.
âCan I get you something? A drink, perhaps?â
âNothing, thanks.â I pointed at the shiner. âLooks pretty nasty.â
Hapner caressed it with the tip of his finger.
âItâs nothing,â he said, with a weak smile. âTurned around too quick and whacked myself with a doorknob.â
I reached over