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  I think his first name is Zach or something like that.”
    “So what do you know about this guy?” Rider questioned, hungry for details.
    “I really don’t know anything about him, Rider,” Paige replied nonchalantly.   She knew he was on the wrestling team and that his locker was next to her algebra class and she was pretty sure he didn’t have a girlfriend, but she didn’t think any of those were details that Rider would care about.
    “Paige, you have to get close to this guy, find out more about him.   Do you know where he lives?   Maybe we can go talk to him today…”
    “Whoa, Rider, slow down a little bit!   We can’t just walk up to this guy and say, ‘Hey, do you happen to share your body with another soul?’ ” Rachel chuckled.
    Rider laughed in response, but his posture showed his disappointment.   “Promise you’ll try to get to know him and find out anything you can, okay Paige?” he begged.   Paige responded with an earnest nod, happy to have a reason to approach him.   Anxious to take some kind of action, Rider opened Jessica Reynolds’ file again and searched for more information.
    “Look, Her address is in here.   Maybe she still lives there,” Rider speculated.   “We could at least drive by.   Does anybody know where Arbor Street is?”   Both Paige and Rachel shook their heads.
    Rachel pulled her phone from her pocket.   “How do I get to 121 Arbor Street?” she asked the helpful genie in her iPhone.   Siri responded by opening the maps app and directing them to turn right out of the parking lot.   The three grinned excitedly at each other as Rider put the car in drive and headed for the exit.

chapter five

    Rider’s pulse quickened and the conversation stalled as they neared the home of the woman that might have been Rider’s biological mother.   The neighborhood was old and worn; houses slumped dejectedly on sinking foundations, shutters hung askew, and most of the exteriors had turned the same shade of dingy gray from lack of care.   Rider gave a silent thanks that he had not been raised by the woman who lived here.   Life with Rachel’s family had been practically idyllic.   Her family was tight and loving, her parents were firm but fair, and they had a comfortable upper-middle class lifestyle that kept Rachel and Rider from ever feeling the ache of lack.   As the car approached house number 121, Rider pulled to the curb to park.   To his dismay, there was no sign in the window that said, “Your mother lives here!”   There wasn’t even a name on the rusty old mailbox.   There was, however, a faded blue sedan in the driveway.   He stared blankly at the small bungalow, trying to come up with a plan.
    “Uh, reality check, Rider.   How are you gonna find out anything about this woman?   This doesn’t look like the kind of neighborhood where people chat with their neighbors over cookies and lemonade,” Paige asked after a few minutes of silence.
    “I have an idea!” Rachel piped up.   “What if we pretend were doing a survey, you know, like for a class assignment!   We can ask all kinds of questions that way and it won’t seem so weird.”
    “That is a fabulous idea,” Rider smiled widely.   “Let’s do it!   Paige, there should be some notebooks behind your seat and a pencil or two.   Grab some and let’s go!”   Ever since Rider had acquired a body of his own, his motivation and enthusiasm had been boundless.   It made Rachel feel a little sad that he had spent the first 16 years of his life as a prisoner to her will.   He never expressed any regrets, but Rachel wondered how different his life might have been if he had had the free will to live as he chose.
    Not quite as confident in the plan as Rider was, the two girls climbed out of the car and gave each other questioning looks.   Rider took a notebook and pencil from Paige’s hand and smiled confidently.   “Just let me do the talking if you’re nervous, but if you think