"No," I answered, feeling sure of this. Between the girls who actually lived at the Home, girls like Regan and Eponine, who would be just as likely as I was to punch him, and the fact that Tim knew I didn't like him, I thought they were safe. At least for now. I didn't know everything else Tim did outside of his volunteer hours, but I had followed him enough to be fairly certain the Home was his only contact with teenagers.

"I'm watching him when he's there," I said. "And I think one of the other volunteers is, too. His name is Marcus. He says he used to be a priest. I think one of the girls said something to him." Maybe Regan, because I had seen them communicating in sign language a few times.