Its arrival had not gone unnoticed by the newshounds, and the encampment had sprouted once again on the opposite side of the road, like a weed that had been pulled only to reappear a few days later, sturdier than ever. As Lucy made her way down the driveway she saw Toby getting out of his Jeep. The waiting officer also got out of his cruiser and Lucy was relieved to recognize Barney. She hoped he was making a social call. Something to do with the picnic, maybe. She hurried to join them. “Hi!” she greeted him with a big smile. “What brings you here?” Barney’s face was serious; he looked more than ever like a bloodhound, and Lucy’s heart sank. “Actually, Lucy, I’d like to have a word with Toby.” Lucy felt her back stiffen. “I’ll call Bob Goodman. I don’t think Toby should say anything without Bob.” “It’s okay, Mom.” “Don’t be foolish, Toby. You’ve got a lawyer, you should follow his advice.” “Let me find out what it’s about before you go all hysterical,”
