Haruto turns his face determinedly away from Nitoh's plate, looking toward the bakery counter. "There was a lot more sleuthing than I thought there would be," he admits, "I mean, they gave me a dossier with some names to start on, but this place let anybody in. So I did a lot of asking around. Wound up locking a bunch of guys up in one of the storage closets for them to find and hit-and-runs."

He looks back, toward Nitoh. His expression is more open than it's been in months. Before Elmer's world fell, probably. "It was--good. And I think most of the ladies at camp fell in love with me."