been a bakery. It was dark and empty. The front door was locked, but a side door into the basement was open. Someone had busted the lock. It was pitch-black as Ozzie and I walked inside. I dug out my flashlight and looked around.
The place had been royally trashed. There were crumpled beer cans and broken liquor bottles. I wondered if the partiers would come back, and that made me want to get the hell out of there. But where would I go?
I had Ozzie. Iâd have to take my chances. I saw an old mattress in the corner and a blanket. I lay down and folded my body into the fetal position. I was scared, yeah. And I lay there wondering if Mackenzie was holed up in some place like this. Alone and cold and scared.
Chapter Nine
It was a long, cold night. When I woke up in the morning, I could see my breath. I looked around the basement. It was not a place I wanted to spend another night in. I was starving. I had no plan. I thought about going to school and bumming some money for cafeteria food, but I had a feeling it would go badly. Besides, I looked terrible. And what would I do with Ozzie?
All I could do was head out onto the street. I walked downtown, and though Iâd been here many times before, it looked different to me now. Busy people all going somewhere. Jobs, school, stores. I wasnât one of them. I was going nowhere, and I felt like the biggest loser on the planet.
I walked a few blocks more, back to the coffee shop. Outside the place, I bumped into Ethan Sparks, a kid I knew from school.
âWhat are you doing here?â he asked.
âItâs a long story. Have you seen Mackenzie?â
âNot recently. Sheâs been gone for a while, and some of us are worried.â
âUs?â
âYou know.â It sank in. The rumors about Ethan, that he was pretty much on his own.
âShe was at my house for a while,â I said. âBut I got kicked out.â
Ethan looked shocked. âWait a minute. Do you mean what I think you mean?â
âIâm not sure what you think I mean, but yeah, Iâve been booted out. Iâve got nowhere to live. Me and Ozzie.â
Ethan looked more than a little concerned. âYou going to school today?â
âLooking like this?â
âYeah. You do look like something your dog hauled out of the garbage. No offense.â
I was beginning to see Ethan for what he really was. A lifeline.
âEthan,â I said, âIâm in a messed-up place. Got any advice? Got anything?â
He looked intently at me. I read genuine concern. âYeah. Go home. Say youâre sorry for whatever you did. Kiss ass. Do whatever. You donât want to be here.â
âItâs not that easy. Besides, I gotta find Mac. She ran off from my house when the cops showed up.â
âAnd Iâd like to see you find her. Sheâs a good girl.â
âThen tell me what to do.â
Ethan didnât say anything at first. Then he looked me in the eye. âA few of us have been crashing at an apartment owned by a guy we call Crazy Eddy. Eddy is crazy, but heâs fairly harmless. Iâve been sleeping on my cousinâs couch this week, but thatâs not gonna last long. Heâs got a new girlfriend moving in. So if thereâs room, Eddyâll take me in. Hell, heâll take in just about anyone. You can only crash there from midnight to six in the morning, but itâs better than the street. Youâve got to be clean. No drugs. Eddy used to have a habit, and he kicked it after he got busted. But he wants twenty bucks a night from whoever he takes in.â
âI donât have that.â
âWell, then, you do what you have to do.â
âLike what?â
âWell, you see kids panhandling for money. Learn to work it.â
âIâve never done that.â
âItâs no fun, believe me. Look, hereâs ten bucks. All you have to do is scrounge the rest. I gotta go, but