the police officer said to his partner. “If those kids saw a black van on Monday afternoon, it’s long gone by now.” “Yeah, you’re right,” said the other patrolman, “but we’ve got to check anyway.” As they rounded the corner of the dry-cleaning plant, they saw a white Volvo station wagon parked on the cracked and otherwise deserted macadam. “Eureka.” They called the find into headquarters. “You search around the perimeter of the building. I’ll go over the parking lot.” The men got out of the police vehicle and began pacing the area. “Hey, Barry. Come over here.” “What have you got?” The policeman pointed to the strip of green construction paper stapled together to form a circle. A dirty yellow feather dangled from the band. “Somebody’s been playing cowboys and Indians.” “You thinking what I’m thinking?” The other cop nodded. “Janie Blake was last seen with paint on her face. The kid was decorated for Indian day at camp. What’s an Indian without a headdress?”
