Hopefully he wouldn’t need one once Marty called the police and told them what was going on. They’d have to do something. Creeps who messed with kids were in the news all the time. Almost weekly a kid somewhere went missing. Aaron’s stomach lurched. What if the ice-cream man were responsible for some of those disappearances? Most kids wouldn’t think twice about accepting a ride from an ice-cream man.He scanned the canteen area. He’d got to school late that morning, and since he didn’t share any of Thursday’s classes with either Rick or Marty, he hadn’t had a chance to catch up with them. He got to his feet and shouldered his backpack.‘Hey, Aaron.’Aaron looked around and spotted Rick running towards him across the undercover area.‘That slave-driver Baldwin wouldn’t let us out till we’d finished our assignments. Can you believe that? School’s nearly over for the friggin’ year and he’s handing out assignments,’ Rick said, falling into step with Aaron.‘What happened to your lip?
