The ticket agent nodded, still looking at the photo. “Paul wanders away from the group home once or twice a month,” Charlie lied. “It’s off the road over by Rio Grande,” he added, pointing vaguely west. “Usually we find Paul over on the riverbank watching the ducks and geese, but recently he discovered trains. We’ve got people checking the other stations, and hopefully somebody will get a lead. He’s healthy, and once he gets hungry enough, he’ll probably find someone to call us to come and get him. Paul’s actually pretty bright. I appreciate your help, and I’ll work my way down the route to see if anyone else spotted him. I hope he didn’t go all the way south to Belen,” Charlie added. He walked off the platform and headed toward the parking lot as he brought out his phone and called Gordon. “Yo, what’s going on?” Gordo said. “Got a hit at the Los Ranchos station off of El Pueblo in the north valley. Baza walked here from the west, according to the employee I spoke to.
