ABSTRACT
When we returned to the van and were back in our cozy spot, Purple Shirt remembered the backpack, and demanded to have it up front. Ashley frowned, but she handed it to him. As soon as he and Middle Seat snoozed off, she nudged me. When she had my attention she dug in her pants pocket and showed me her cell phone, holding it well below the level of the seat back. It was one of the slim, fold-over kind that barely make a bulge.
