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At first my mother doesn't seem to understand. Why are there cops at our house? Why are they talking about Danny?
"Where is he?" she says. "Is he all right?"
The taller cop looks down at his partner. I have this weird feeling that they tossed a coin before they rang our doorbell--the loser gets to tell the family.

The cop pulled something out of his pocket.
"You recognize this, Josh?"
I stared at it. It couldn't be.
Andrew looked at it too. After a moment he said, "That looks like the fish club Dad gave you."
"Those are your initials, aren't they, Josh?" the woman cop said.
I nodded.
"It's what Scott was hit with. We have it down at the police station, Josh. Besides your initials, it has your fingerprints on it."