After I gave up searching the crowd on the street for an angry hippie girl and finally wised up and went directly across the street into the shop. She must’ve gone there immediately, because by the time I stepped inside, my mom was on the phone, and I could tell just by the look on her face that I was in for it. “Where is she?” I asked Ray, who had quit handing out candy for the moment. He was standing next to my mom on her phone, while the trick-or-treaters huddled in the doorway, confused. “Where’s Fallon?” “She’s in the stockroom,” he said, pointing to the back. “She locked herself in. She won’t come out.” He squinted at me. “What happened, Trent?” “I’ll tell you in a minute,” I muttered, and I left him and Mom wondering on the saleroom floor. I headed to the back. Sure enough, the door to the stockroom was closed. “Fallon?” I said softly.
