What kind of freak is this kid who's giggling hysterically with the girls in the neighbouring beds, each with a crush on the other for being the same age when the rest of the world seems so old?

I recognise Santangelo's dad, who saves police brutality for when he gets to his son.

How unladylike of you to mention such a thing.

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

Whatever is now covered up will be uncovered and every secret will be made known.

But then Froi looked back to where his work lay unfinished and it made him sad because there had been something about the touch of earth in his hands that made him feel worthwhile.

What were you doing with her?" I ask quietly. "Apart from questioning her about your whereabouts, I was listening to the most intriguing story about my life moonlighting as a kidnapper.