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.I know that some foster parents are committed to the children and some are committed to the subsistence checks from Children's Services." She was quiet a long moment before answering."It doesn't matter," she said."You still are looking to finish your puzzle with any piece that fits." "You're wrong, Mrs.Blaylock.Wrong about that, wrong about me." Blaylock came back into the room with what looked like a green school folder.He placed it down on the square coffee table and opened it.Its pockets were stuffed with photos and letters.Audrey continued despite his return."My husband worked for the city like you do, so he won't want to hear me say this.But, Detective, I don't trust you or the reasons you say you are here.You are not being honest with us." "Audrey!" Blaylock yelped."The man is just trying to do his job." "And he'll say anything to do it.And he'll hurt any of our children to do it." "Audrey, please." He turned his attention back to Bosch and offered a sheet of paper.There was a list of handwritten names on it.Before Bosch could read them Blaylock took the page back and put it down on the table.He went to work on it with a pencil, putting check marks next to some of the names.He spoke as he worked."We made this list just so we could sort of keep track of everybody.You'd be surprised, you can love somebody to death but when it comes time to remember twenty, thirty birthdays you always forget somebody.The ones I'm checking off here are the kids that came in more recent than nineteen eighty.Audrey will double-check when I'm done." "No, I won't." The men ignored her.Bosch's eyes moved ahead of Blaylock's pencil and down the list.Before he was two-thirds to the bottom he reached down and put his finger on a name."Tell me about him." Blaylock looked up at Bosch and then over at his wife."Who is it?" she asked."Johnny Stokes," Bosch said."You had him in your home in nineteen eighty, didn't you?" Audrey stared at him for a moment."There, you see?" she said to her husband while looking only at Bosch."He already knew about Johnny when he came in here.I was right.He's not an honest man." By the time Don Blaylock went to the kitchen to brew a second pot of coffee Bosch had two pages of notes on Johnny Stokes.He had come to the Blaylock house through a DYS referral in January 1980 and was gone the following July, when he was arrested for stealing a car and going on a joyride through Hollywood.It was his second arrest for car theft.He was incarcerated at the Sylmar Juvenile Hall for six months.By the time his period of rehabilitation was completed he was returned by a judge to his parents.Though the Blaylocks heard from him on occasion and even saw him during his infrequent visits to the neighborhood, they had other children still in their care and soon drifted from contact with the boy.When Blaylock went to make the coffee Bosch settled into what he thought would be an uncomfortable silence with Audrey.But then she spoke to him."Twelve of our children graduated from college," she said."Two have military careers.One followed Don into the fire service.He works in the Valley." She nodded at Bosch and he nodded back."We've never considered ourselves to be one hundred percent successful with our children," she continued."We did our best with each one.Sometimes the circumstances or the courts or the youth authorities prevented us from helping a child.John was one of those cases.He made a mistake and it was as if we were to blame.He was taken from us.before we could help him." All Bosch could do was nod."You seemed to know of him already," she said."Have you already spoken to him?" "Yes.Briefly." "Is he in jail now?" "No, he's not." "What has his life been since.we knew him?" Bosch spread his hands apart."He hasn't done well.Drugs, a lot of arrests, prison." She nodded sadly."Do you think he killed that boy in our neighborhood? While he was living with us?" Bosch could tell by her face that if he were to answer truthfully he would knock down everything she had built out of what was good in what they had done.The whole wall of pictures, the graduation gowns and the good jobs would mean nothing next to this."I don't really know.But we do know he was a friend of the boy who was killed." She closed her eyes
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