(Deek) preferred the quiet kids: the lean and ragged and hungry ones. It was funny to Ty how those always seemed the darkest too, like himself. They blended into the background, hard to see, but that had little to do with their color. They were more like small and sad-eyed ebony ghosts, haunting the sidewalks or hovering half invisible in doorways or drifting past bars late at night, sighing a soft, almost shy chant of rock, rock, rock, no louder than a breeze stirring trash in the gutter. And no one but the buyers seemed to see them, or hear. Ty also thought it funny how loyal most of them were, like they'd finally found something to believe in after a long, ...