“But I wasn’t kidnapped,” the boy protested.
“I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t know what to think. I know you like to watch the beavers, but you never did anything like this before. I still can’t understand why you stayed out all night.”
“I had to,” Danny insisted.
“But why?”
“I’m sorry. I can’t tell you. I hope—the FBI, they’ll ask a lot of questions.”
“And you don’t want to answer them? Is that it, Danny?”
The matron’s voice was gentle. Her love for this boy, no matter what he did, was apparent.
“I’ll tell them everything is all right now. Just leave it to me,” Judy began. “If I see their car on the way here I’ll stop it and tell them—”
“Will you know an FBI car?” the matron asked anxiously.
Judy smiled. “Yes, I’ll know it.”