But the kids were gone when I looked around. The forensic boys had finished their work, and were piling into the car with the still-sulking kahuna . Saito was standing by the open driver's door of his car, watching me—and almost concealing his impatience—in case the "deputy" might want to waste his time with more dumb-hooped questions. I waved to him and gestured that he could take off if he wanted. He wanted, and I was left to breathe in the dust of his departure. With a sigh I started walking toward The Bus stop.