“Tell you what, maybe I could ask her friend for you,” Frederica said. “I don’t suppose you remember their name?”
“Depends,” he said.
“Depends on what?” she replied.
He held out his hand.
She stared at him, dumbfounded, for a moment.
“Seriously?” she muttered.
He nodded. She regarded him curiously a while longer, then she focused on his eyes. But no matter how deeply she looked, all she could see was a white noise of cartoons and video games. He grinned.
“I saw the way you looked at Trudy,” he said. “A girl in my class can read minds too.”
Frederica sighed and opened her wallet.
“I only have twenty.” She glanced at Tommy. He managed to scrounge up fifteen dollars. “What do you say? Is thirty-five enough?”
Robin took the money and counted it like he was a drug dealer in a movie. He tucked it into his pocket.
“Alex Iskander,” he said. “He rides a motorcycle and owns a bar, but I don’t know where it is. I tried to follow him once. I got lost. That’s all I know.”
“Thank you, Robin,” Frederica said. “You’ve been very helpful. Is there anything else you need from me?”
Robin crossed his arms and considered it a moment. Then he shook his head.
“Alright, if you’re sure,” Frederica said.
She waited a moment in case he changed his mind, but he said nothing. He turned for the door.
“Hey kid,” Tommy said. “Can I give you a little advice?”
Robin rolled his eyes and glanced back at Tommy.
“Go easy on your aunt,” Tommy said. “I lost my mom when I was young, too, and it really messed me up. I was always acting out, taking stupid risks. I even fell off a roof once. I never stopped to think about all the people who cared about me until it was almost too late. So just… keep it in mind, okay?”