Who puts his own name on a list?
The notebook was Fueyo's. It had to be.
Lynch was looking at him expectantly. Malone thought of a question and asked it. "They know you?" he said.
"Sure they do," Lynch said. "They all know me. But do they know you?"
Malone thought. "They could have
heard of me," he said at last, trying to be as modest as possible.
"I guess," Lynch said grudgingly.
"How old are they?" Malone said.
"Fourteen to seventeen," Lynch said. "Somewhere in there. You know how these kid things run."