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The pick-up window opened and Duke lost his chance to apologize. Renée set the bags of food on the seat, then drove off. “Tell me about the kids.”
“Crystal and Evie are sisters,” she began. “Their mother’s been in prison the past two years and DCFS hasn’t been successful in locating their father. Until a few months ago, the girls had been living with an aunt, but she became ill and was unable to care for them.”
“And this DC…”
“DCFS—Department of Child and Family Services.”
“Can’t secure the girls a foster family?”
“We found a home for Evie. It’s easier to place the younger ones. But Evie ran away when she learned her sister wasn’t invited to go with her. Crystal lasted a day in a city shelter before she hit the streets. Luckily, a friend of Crystal’s spotted Evie after she’d run off and took the little girl to where Crystal had been living with a group of kids in a city park.”
Duke shuddered when he considered any of a hundred horrible fates the girls might have suffered. “What about the boy with the twisted foot?”
“Timmy’s nine.”
“You’re kidding? I’d have guessed six. Maybe seven.” But what did he know about kids?
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