“I can walk.”
Hendricks shifted uneasily. It made too good a target, two people walking along. And the boy would slow him down. But he might not come back this way. And if the boy were really all alone—
“Okay. Come along.”
The boy fell in beside him. Hendricks strode along. The boy walked silently, clutching his teddy bear.
“What’s your name?” Hendricks said, after a time.
“David Edward Derring.”
“David? What—what happened to your mother and father?”
“They died.”
“How?”