No hesitation. No paperwork. No 24-hour waiting period.
“What’s he drawn to?” he asked me.
Nobody had asked that. Not security. Not the store employees. Nobody.
“Water,” I said. “And trains. He loves spinning things. Ceiling fans, anything that moves in circles. He hums when he’s scared. One note, over and over.”
The leader, who I’d later know as Tank, nodded. “My nephew’s autistic. I know the drill.” He turned to his brothers. “Check fountains, loading docks, mechanical rooms. Kid might follow the sound of fans or motors. Listen for humming. Go.”
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