"Who is Rick Walker?" the judge intoned. . .
Rick knew hewasn't dangerous to anybody, if that was what the judge was getting at. Throwing rocksat astop sign wouldn't suggestthat he was, would it? He'd never hurt anybody.
"For violating the express conditions of your probation, sixmonths in Blue Canyon Youth Detention Center," the judge pronounced. . .
Rick went instantly numb. Paralyzed. Struck by lightning. He'd heard about Blue Canyon, down near Las Vegas. There were even murderers in there.