Thirteen-year-old twins, Mike and Steve, are on the run from foster care. While digging through a dumpster for food, Steve discovers a jacket with a unique bottle of perfume in its pocket. He\u2019s convinced this is a sign his mom is still alive and sets out to find her. Two runaway boys slipped into the service area at the back of an upmarket strip mall. Steve flashed his twin, Mike, a gleeful grin as they hurried toward the closest dumpster. \u201cSee? It wasn\u2019t so difficult to get away from that foster family,\u201d Steve said.Mike humphed and lifted the dumpster lid. \u201cFor now. They\u2019ll report us to Child Services though, and then we\u2019ll have to worry about cops as well as finding food.\u201d Mike sighed. \u201cAnd there\u2019s nothing to eat in this dumpster.\u201d \u201cWait, what\u2019s that?\u201d Steve reached in and removed a cardboard box. Unfortunately, there wasn\u2019t food inside it, just a shabby jacket. \u201cThis might work as a pillow or blanket, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
Steve lifted the jacket. Mike rolled his eyes and leaned over to dig deeper into the dumpster. Steve noticed something inside the jacket\u2019s pocket. Curious, he withdrew a small bottle that sent a chill down his spine.\u201cMike! It\u2019s the handmade perfume Mom used\u2026\u201d Steve grabbed his brother\u2019s shoulder and thrust the bottle in front of his face. \u201cDo you think\u2026could this be Mom\u2019s jacket?\u201d\u201cDon\u2019t be stupid.\u201d Mike shoved Steve\u2019s shoulder. \u201cMom wasn\u2019t the only person who used that perfume, and besides, she\u2019s dead, Steve.\u201d Steve shook his head and continued rifling through the box. \u201cThe policeman said she\u2019s a missing person, not dead. That means she\u2019s still out there somewhere.\u201d\u201cNo, she isn\u2019t!\u201d Mike shouted. He glared at Steve, fury turning his cheeks red. His jaw clenched tight, and he turned his attention back to the dumpster. \u201cBut keep on dreaming, if that makes you feel better. \u201d Steve was convinced this perfume bottle was a sign. He found a receipt among the junk in the box and smiled when he noted the address on it. \u201cNow we know where this jacket was thrown away, and where to start searching for information about Mom!\u201d Steve waved the receipt at Mike. \u201cDon\u2019t even look at me,\u201d Mike replied as he dug through the trash. \u201cI\u2019m not going anywhere.\u201d \u201cStop being so negative, Mike! We can\u2019t give up on Mom; we must fight to the end.\u201d \u201cSure.\u201d Mike jumped down and walked toward the next dumpster. \u201cHow about you fight to the end of that dumpster and find us something to eat?\u201dSteve tried to convince his twin to investigate the address he\u2019d found with the jacket, but Mike absolutely refused to go with him. So, while Mike went to check the dumpsters behind a bigger mall, Steve went on to find the address on the receipt. Steve stared up at a tall wrought iron fence surrounding a lush garden. The upper stories of a mansion were just visible through the foliage. Steve rang the bell at the gate. Nobody replied. He tried a few more times, but to no avail. Maybe nobody was home. Steve squinted his eyes at the late afternoon sun. Somebody would probably arrive soon, and if not\u2026Steve spotted an oak tree growing on the sidewalk. That would be his way into the grounds to search for clues about Mom. Steve sat against the fence to wait. Soon it was dark and still no cars pulled up to the gate. Steve climbed the tree by the light of the full moon and hurried up to the mansion\u2019s front door. All the windows in the house were dark. Steve knocked on the door, but he wasn\u2019t surprised when nobody replied. He stared at the door in frustration. He was certain he\u2019d find answers about Mom here if only someone would speak to him! In desperation, Steve tried the doorknob. The front door silently swung open, revealing a dark entrance hall. Steve stepped inside.Moonlight shone in through the large windows on the far side of a massive room just off the entrance hall, but everything else was pitch black. Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny flashlight. Mike had insisted they took some supplies when they ran away from that foster family, and thank goodness for that! As Steve directed the pale beam of light across the floor, he wished he\u2019d convinced Mike to join him. He didn\u2019t want to do this alone. Steve peeped into the moonlit room but saw nothing of interest. He then followed the light from his flashlight into the darkness, peering into formal rooms filled with looming sculptures and weird paintings, an entertainment room with actual movie theatre seats and a TV that covered the wall, and a kitchen larger than most houses. He found nothing in those rooms, so he tiptoed up the wide staircase near the front door. A sound like breathing stopped Steve in his tracks when he reached the top of the stairs. His heart thumped in his chest as he slowly glanced over his shoulder.He expected to find the monster-man from his childhood nightmares right behind him, fingers like spider legs poised to snatch him, but all he saw was a thin pair of drapes flapping at an open window. Steve sighed and set off down the hallway. The thick carpet absorbed all sound from his feet. He opened the first door and found a small bedroom. A floral comforter covered the bed, and there were picture frames arranged across a shelf. Steve snuck inside to examine them. The light from Steve\u2019s flashlight reflected off the glass, obscuring half of the first photo he looked at. A woman with long, dark hair sitting on a lawn chair smiled at the camera. Someone\u2019s hand was on the back of the chair. Steve moved his light until the rest of the photo was clear, then let out a shocked whimper. That was Mom! These people knew her, and maybe they could tell him where she was. Steve dropped the photo as light flooded the room. He was momentarily blinded but spun toward the door. \u201cAll you\u2019re going to find here is a one-way ticket to juvenile hall,\u201d a man said.Steve rubbed at his eyes. Panic coursed through his veins as he took in the silhouette near the door, but it was nothing compared to the terror that overcame him when he saw the man\u2019s face. It was the freaking monster man from his nightmares! Steve was instantly transported back to that day eight years ago, when he last saw Mom. Her arm was wrapped around him like a steel band; her footsteps had bumped him against her shoulder as she ran down the sidewalk. And the man was always behind them. Steve glimpsed his scowling face among the other pedestrians and felt his fingernails scratch his cheek when he got close enough to snatch at them. Mom ran into the subway and ducked into a sheltered alcove. Steve wished he could remember what she\u2019d said, but he\u2019d been too frightened. Her words had washed over him like water, and then she was gone. Steve had had nightmares about that man for years. Now they\u2019d come to life because he was standing right in front of Steve with exactly the same scowl he remembered from that day. This man was behind Mom\u2019s disappearance, and Mom\u2019s photo was in his house. He had all the answers Steve had been looking for, but Steve realized he couldn\u2019t ask him outright about Mom. He\u2019d have to try a different approach.\u201cI\u2019m s-s-sorry, sir.\u201d Steve pressed his hands together. \u201cI\u2019m just so hungry\u2026\u201d The man smiled, and it was terrifying. \u201cHungry, huh?\u201d He said, taking a step closer. \u201cDon\u2019t you have parents to feed you?\u201d Steve shook his head. \u201cHow sad\u2026but you\u2019re old enough to work, and you look strong.\u201d The man scanned Steve with his gaze. \u201cI can offer you a chance to compensate me for the damage you\u2019ve caused and you\u2019ll get fed regularly. It\u2019s a good offer, considering the alternative.\u201d \u201cWhat do you mean, sir?\u201d \u201cYou can work at my factory, or I can call the police and you\u2019ll be sent to jail.\u201d The man took his cell phone from his pocket. \u201cWhat will it be, kid?\u201d Steve stared at the man. He\u2019d never find answers about Mom in a jail cell, but he just might discover something from the other workers if he accepted the job in this man\u2019s factory. He knew he shouldn\u2019t trust him, but it seemed like his best chance to find out what happened to Mom. Steve nodded. \u201cI\u2019ll accept your offer to work at your factory, sir.\u201dEarly the next morning, a strange man drove Steve to a warehouse on the very edge of the city\u2019s industrial area. A single, unmarked truck stood in the loading area, but there was no sign of what was being produced in the warehouse. \u201cExcuse me, sir,\u201d Steve asked the driver as the man escorted him to the warehouse entrance, \u201cbut what exactly will my job be here?\u201d The man stared straight ahead. \u201cNo questions, kid, you\u2019ll find out soon enough.\u201d Steve had barely stepped inside the warehouse when he was surrounded by more strange men. They spoke to each other in a language Steve didn\u2019t understand then one of them pulled him aside. A blindfold covered his eyes. \u201cWalk straight.\u201d A hand thumped down on Steve\u2019s shoulder and pushed him forward. He stumbled, but the man kept him moving. Steve bumped his toes when the floor angled upward suddenly. The man pushed harder against his shoulder, making Steve stumble over his own feet. He couldn\u2019t keep up. Steve fell. A heavy clang echoed around him, and an engine roared, sending vibrations up his arms as he pushed himself up. He realized he must be on the truck he\u2019d seen parked in the loading area when the surface beneath him lurched forward.It was dark as night in the truck, even after Steve removed his blindfold. He lost track of time as the truck rumbled on. He stumbled around in the back and found some bottles of water and packages of potato chips in one corner. There was nothing else in the truck. Eventually, Steve fell asleep in the corner with the water and food. Steve slept and woke several times before, finally, the truck stopped, and the door flew open. \u201cGet up and get out!\u201d A man shouted into the truck, his voice echoing around Steve. Steve shielded his eyes from the bright light and stumbled to the door. Warm, humid air washed over him as he squinted out at a wide river with a thick jungle growing closely on either side of the water. \u201cWelcome to Mexico.\u201d The man at the door grabbed Steve\u2019s wrist and pulled him down from the truck. \u201cNow quit gawking and get walking.\u201d The man guided Steve down to a narrow jetty where a boat was waiting. Once Steve was seated in the boat, the man at the engine put another blindfold on him. The wind stung Steve\u2019s face as the boat set off, taking him to yet another unknown destination.The person who tugged the blindfold off Steve\u2019s head also pulled out a patch of his hair. Steve barely noticed the pain as he stared at the tall, diamond mesh fence topped with razor wire surrounding him. Each corner of the open area where he stood had a guard tower manned by five men. This wasn\u2019t a factory; it was a prison! \u201cThat\u2019s where you work.\u201d The man standing beside Steve pointed to a long building. \u201cAnd you sleep over here.\u201d The man held Steve\u2019s arm tightly as he steered him toward a group of four identical, long buildings on the opposite side of the fenced-in area. \u201cThe rules around here are simple,\u201d the man continued. \u201cDo what you\u2019re told or you\u2019ll be punished. Don\u2019t try to run away or you\u2019ll be hunted down by the dogs. Got it?\u201d \u201cYeah\u2026but what work will I be doing, sir?\u201d The man laughed. \u201cLet\u2019s just say you\u2019re in the chemical manufacturing business, kid.\u201dThe man showed him the small room he\u2019d be sharing with four other people and then took him to the dining area. At least a hundred shabby-looking men, women, and teenagers were seated at the tables eating an unidentifiable brown slop. \u201cYou have about 15 minutes to get something to eat, kid.\u201d The man pushed Steve into the dining hall. A few people turned to look at him as Steve hurried to the serving area on the opposite side of the building. Many of the people looked like they hadn\u2019t washed in a while, and several had burn scars on their hands and faces. Everyone had a numb, faraway look in their eyes that chilled Steve\u2019s marrow. Except for a single woman who stared at Steve in shock. The sight of her left him riveted to the spot. He started to move faster, a shout building in his chest as he rushed to reunite with his long-lost mother. But Mom pressed a finger to her lips. She glanced warily around the room, and Steve understood. Mom didn\u2019t want anyone to know they were related. Their reunion would have to wait for now.Thoughts raced through Steve\u2019s mind as he lay down to sleep on his hard bunk bed that night. He couldn\u2019t believe he\u2019d finally found Mom! If only there were a way to let Mike know that she was alive. He must\u2019ve drifted off to sleep despite his racing thoughts because Mom woke him up with an urgent shake. \u201cDon\u2019t make a sound,\u201d she whispered. \u201cI know a place where we can go to talk.\u201d Steve nodded. He rose from his bed and followed Mom outside. She led him from one shadowed corner to the next until she ducked inside a small room behind the toilet block. \u201cOh my God, Steve!\u201d Mom hugged him so tightly he could barely breathe. \u201cWhat are you doing here? And where\u2019s your brother? Did Mr. Russo find you boys?\u201d \u201cMike isn\u2019t with me; he\u2019s back in the city,\u201d Steve replied. \u201cIf Mr. Russo is the man who was chasing us the day you disappeared then, technically, I found him.\u201d Mom frowned at him, so Steve told her how finding that perfume bottle had set him on the path that led him to her.\u201cBut one thing I still don\u2019t understand is how you got involved with this guy in the first place,\u201d Steve said once he\u2019d finished explaining. \u201cMr. Russo is part of the mob. Your father and I worked for him.\u201d Mom hung her head. \u201cI was a maid and he was a driver. One day, Mr. Russo accused your dad of being an informant\u2026we tried to escape.\u201d Mom shook her head. \u201cYour dad died and I got caught in the subway station.\u201d Mom let out a deep sigh. \u201cHe would\u2019ve killed me too, but his wife liked me too much. Instead, he made me continue working as a maid in his house but I wasn\u2019t allowed to leave and he didn\u2019t pay me.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s why I found your photo in that house.\u201d Mom nodded. \u201cI\u2019d still be living there if Mrs. Russo hadn\u2019t died. He sent me here to work in this place before he even finalized her funeral arrangements.\u201d \u201cI can\u2019t believe this. Mom, there must be a way we can get out of here and return to Mike.\u201d Mom shook her head. \u201cIt\u2019s impossible. Even if we escaped the compound, we\u2019d still have to cross the river and find our way through the jungle. It\u2019s far too dangerous, Steve.\u201d She cupped his cheek. \u201cJust go to sleep, my son. You\u2019ll need your rest for tomorrow.\u201dSteve and the other people in the compound ate breakfast and started work before dawn the next day. They had a short break at midday and then went back to work until late in the afternoon. They put Steve to work as a janitor for the first week. The buildings might\u2019ve been a bit scruffy, but the guards expected him to maintain a high standard when it came to cleanliness both inside the factory and the living quarters. Everyone got the day off on Sunday. That was when Steve discovered the dogs. He was idly wandering around the compound when he saw the shepherd dogs in their runs. He slowly approached the closest one and offered his hand to the dog to sniff. The dog stared at him as it stalked close to the fence. It scented the air and then slowly wagged its tail. \u201cLook at that.\u201d Steve spun around. He was certain he\u2019d get into trouble now, but the man watching him just smiled. \u201cAre you good with dogs, boy?\u201d The guard asked. \u201cWould you like a new job? The last guy who worked in the dog runs\u2026 well, the dogs didn\u2019t like him much so we need a replacement.\u201dThe next day, Steve was assigned to groom the dogs and clean out their runs. He\u2019d always loved dogs but never been able to have one as a pet, so this was great news for him. He set to his task with a smile, which only got wider when he made an interesting discovery. When Steve entered the last run, right in the corner of the camp, it was empty. He looked around in confusion and then noticed a pair of dark eyes watching him from beneath the dog kennel. \u201cHow did you get under there?\u201d Steve said as he approached the kennel. The dog disappeared momentarily, only to emerge tail-first from a hole in the dirt on the other side of the kennel. Steve moved closer and tripped. There was another hole in the middle of the run. On closer inspection, Steve realized the holes were more like tunnels. If a dog could dig such tunnels, then why couldn\u2019t he? Steve scratched the dog behind its ears and whistled happily as he cleaned out the run. He wasn\u2019t sure about all the details yet, but he\u2019d just figured out how he and Mom could escape this work camp. The next day, Steve took one of the dog bowls back to his bunk when he finished work for the day. After everyone had fallen asleep, he snuck out of his room and started digging his tunnel to freedom with the dog bowl.Steve worked on his tunnel every night for weeks. Eventually, he broke through the surface and stuck his head out the other side. He was through! Now, he just needed to widen the exit. The following evening, while Steve was walking back to his sleeping quarters after dinner, another worker slung his arm around Steve\u2019s shoulders and whispered in his ear: \u201cI know about your plans.\u201d Steve looked innocently at the man and shrugged. \u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about. What plans?\u201d The man grinned. \u201cDon\u2019t play dumb with me. You\u2019re planning to get out of here, and my friend and I want to join you. We have some things you need, like rope and an ax to make a raft. You have the tunnel and the dogs are familiar with you. We need each other.\u201d Steve didn\u2019t know how this man had figured out his plan, but he made a good point. He and Mom would need a raft to cross the river, and having four people working together would certainly be better than two. \u201cOkay,\u201d Steve said. \u201cYou\u2019re in.\u201dA few nights later, four shadowy figures slipped through the camp and into a dark utility room. Heavy rain battered against the tin roof as Pedro, the man who\u2019s approached Steve, removed the bag of supplies he\u2019d hidden behind a gas canister. Lightning arced across the sky as the group slipped into Steve\u2019s tunnel. It was completely flooded at the lowest point, but it held firm. A loud thunderclap sounded as they raced for the river. Steve held onto Mom\u2019s hand as he ran, his feet slipping on the mud with every step. He was completely drenched, and the rain stung his skin, but he was grateful for it. This rain would make it almost impossible for the dogs to track them. They ran along the muddy track leading to the river. When they reached a sharp bend, Pedro gestured that they should continue through the jungle. \u201cIt\u2019s a shortcut,\u201d he shouted over the rain and thunder. They continued more slowly through the dense undergrowth. The storm had passed by the time they reunited with the road and Pedro assured Steve that they\u2019d just cut three miles off their journey. \u201cWe\u2019re almost to the river.\u201d Pedro grinned.There were no signs of pursuit, so the group decided to rest briefly. They\u2019d still need to build their raft when they reached the water and would need their strength. Mom went into the bushes alone for a bathroom break. Minutes later, Steve heard her scream. \u201cMom!\u201d Steve shoved through bushes and felt low tree branches whip his face as he ran after Mom. He noticed a spot where the ground had given way just in time to skid to a stop. He peeped over the edge and saw Mom lying awkwardly in the mud at the bottom of a steep gully. \u201cMom, are you okay?\u201d Tears ran down Mom\u2019s cheeks as she looked up and shook her head. Steve carefully picked his way down the slope. He stopped just shy of Mom and stared grimly at the livid bruise on her calf. \u201cSteve,\u201d Mom whimpered. \u201cI think my leg is broken.\u201dSteve and Pedro carried Mom up the slope and set her down on a fallen log. Pedro briefly examined her leg and shook his head. \u201cIt\u2019s no good,\u201d he said. \u201cWe have to leave her behind.\u201d \u201cNever!\u201d Steve squared his shoulders and stared at Pedro. \u201cWe can carry her.\u201d \u201cThen we would all be slowed down. They\u2019ll catch us. I\u2019m sorry, but we aren\u2019t going to take that chance.\u201d Pedro gestured to his friend. \u201cThis is the only chance we\u2019ll get to escape and we won\u2019t waste it.\u201d \u201cHe\u2019s right.\u201d Mom stared at Steve with pain-filled eyes. \u201cYou should leave me behind.\u201d \u201cI just found you again!\u201d Steve joined Mom on the log. \u201cI\u2019m not leaving you, not for any reason. My freedom means nothing if you aren\u2019t with me.\u201d\u201cThen this is where we part ways,\u201d Pedro said. He and his friend turned away and left Steve and Mom alone in the jungle. \u201cWe\u2019re screwed,\u201d Mom sobbed. \u201cNo, we\u2019re not.\u201d Steve rose and scanned their surroundings. \u201cI\u2019m still going to get us out of here.\u201d \u201cHow? You can\u2019t carry me by yourself.\u201d \u201cI have an idea. Pedro said we were near the river so there\u2019s a chance we\u2019re also near a village or some kind of settlement. We just need to make some sort of signal to get their attention.\u201d \u201cAnd what about the guards? Surely they would see this signal too.\u201d Steve sighed deeply. \u201cThat\u2019s a chance we\u2019ll have to take. With any luck, we\u2019ll be rescued by the locals before the guards reach our position.\u201dSteve had one chance to get this right, and it was a long shot. He started uphill to an area that looked clear and scoured the jungle as he walked. Everything was sodden and muddy from the rain, but he refused to give up hope. He found exactly what he needed in a hollow at the base of a tall tree. Some animal must\u2019ve denned there at some point because it was filled with dry grasses and leaves. There were also chunks of dry, partly termite-eaten wood that had fallen off the inside of the hollow. Steve collected it all. He set the dry materials down on some rocks at the top of the rise, then went back into the jungle. He gathered the driest branches he found, then broke his flashlight against a rock. He used the lens to focus the sunlight onto his tinder. A thin trail of smoke soon rose from the bundle of dried grass. He carefully packed the driest pieces of wood on top of it. The wood sizzled and steamed. Steve gently blew on the tiny flames and added another bundle of grass. The flames leaped higher. The flames caught on the pieces of wood from the tree hollow. The branches above those had stopped steaming now, and the fire soon spread to them. Steve sighed with relief. Slowly, the steam evaporating from the damp wood was replaced by smoke, and the small fire grew into a blaze.Soon, the fire was big and hot enough to cook out the water in even the wettest branches Steve had gathered. He added them slowly then threw in some damp leaves to thicken the smoke. Once he was certain the fire would keep going, he hurtled back down the hill to Mom. \u201cIt\u2019s working!\u201d He cried. He then presented her with a long stick. \u201cI found this for you. You can use it like a crutch and I\u2019ll help you get up to the fire.\u201d Steve and Mom watched the smoke billow upwards into the sky. He tended the fire for another hour before he noticed someone appear through the trees across from them. \u201cLook, Mom!\u201d Steve pointed at the man. \u201cMy idea worked. We\u2019re saved.\u201d Mom leaned forward to peer at the man just as he stepped out into the sun. The smile fell from her face and she shook her head. \u201cHe\u2019s one of the guards from the camp,\u201d she muttered. \u201cQuickly, Steve, you have to run.\u201d \u201cNo! I won\u2019t leave you, Mom.\u201d Steve grabbed her hand.\u201cListen, Steve, this is the only way.\u201d Mom gave him a fierce look. \u201cSo long as you get away, you can come back for me, or call the police, but you must run, now. Go!\u201d Steve bolted from his mother\u2019s side but stopped short as a second man appeared ahead of him. He raced off in the other direction, but the first guard circled around and blocked him. \u201cKeep going, Steve,\u201d Mom shouted. \u201cRun!\u201d They circled around the fire, hemming Steve and Mom in. Steve thought about shoving one of the men into the fire\u2013that would surely distract them\u2013but then their leader pulled out a gun. \u201cI think you\u2019ve run far enough,\u201d the man said. \u201cIf you come easily now then we\u2019ll make sure we take it easy on you and the lady when we get you back to the factory.\u201d Steve glanced at his mom as he raised his hands in surrender. \u201cPlease just take care of her,\u201d he begged. \u201cShe\u2019s hurt.\u201dThe guards took Mom to the infirmary when they returned to camp. Steve caught a glimpse of them carrying her inside before he was shut into the basement room used for punishment. Steve curled up on a rough blanket in the corner of the room. He\u2019d failed. After everything he\u2019d been through to get Mom out of here, they were right back where they started. Worse than when they started because he was locked up, and she was badly injured. Steve hugged his knees and wondered where Mike was now and if he\u2019d ever see his brother again. Tears rolled down Steve\u2019s cheeks. He cried for a long time in the dark solitude of his cell and eventually fell asleep. Sometime later, a loud thop-thop-thop sound woke him up. People were shouting and running outside. Steve pressed his face against the narrow bars set into the door of his cell and tried to see what was going on. A voice boomed out over a loudhailer. They were speaking Spanish, but Steve\u2019s heart soared as he recognized two words: La policia. Two days after the camp was raided, Steve was reunited with Mom in her hospital room. He ran toward her and hugged her tightly. \u201cOh Steve! You saved us all,\u201d she said.\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d Mom smiled. \u201cDidn\u2019t they tell you? The police had been searching for that camp for a long time but they found it because of your fire. That smoke was seen for miles and people reported it.\u201d \u201cWhen the police came to investigate, they found Pedro and his friend washed up on the river bank,\u201d Mom continued. \u201cThey realized they must\u2019ve escaped from the camp they were looking for and that\u2019s how they found us.\u201d \u201cWell, I guess my plan worked after all, just not the way I expected.\u201d \u201cThey\u2019re sending us back to the States soon.\u201d Mom leaned back on her pillows. \u201cMr. Russo has been arrested and the police back home tracked down Mike.\u201d Mom wiped away a tear that spilled down her cheek. \u201cHe\u2019s going to be waiting for us at the airport. God, I can\u2019t wait to be back home with both my sons.\u201d<\/p>\n
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