Stiff and I were still deeply immersed in the new evidence when Bea and Jake entered the dining room. Both looked as if they were weighed down with boulders the size of a compact car.
Davon had attached himself almost immediately to Father DiMarco as soon as we arrived. Who could blame him? The rest of us were adults and had done the same thing when we first met him. Father DiMarco was just that kind of person.
Father had put Davon to bed, but shortly after, I looked up from my computer to find him sleeping on the floor, half in and half out of the dining room. The watch was still draped over his wrist. Poor kid didn't want to be alone.
We moved a spare mattress to the corner of the room and made it up for the child. Stiff brought a stuffed bear from Davon's room to keep him company. In his sleep, the child clutched the bear to his chest.
