Sheila frowned and nodded to two of the detectives that were waiting at the door for her. She made a gesture for them to go inside when her partner, Office Milon, appeared beside her elbow.

Firmness settled over her when she asked, “Did you know Bailey Umbridge?”

Bailey…. “Crazy hair?” I asked.

Sheila nodded.

“Yeah. I talked to her last night at the vigil. She was friends with Leisha.”

“What did you two talk about?”

“She just…I don’t know. We talked about how fake people were and she…she told me that Leisha wouldn’t have walked through the park at night. Leisha had been at her house when Carlos called her. Bailey lived two blocks from Harris’.”

“Did you notice anyone? Did anyone watch you guys talking? Anyone that you remembered?”

“Just Bryce. He came and—he was in the doorway. That’s all.”

“No one else? Anything strike you as odd last night? Like a sense that you were being watched?”

I saw the intense scrutiny in her eyes and I knew she was watching me for a reason. When it clicked and I knew what she was asking, I felt the old numbness creep back inside. Its tentacles reached deep, deeper than before, and it grabbed hold of my organs and tightened its grasp.

Paralyzed, I murmured, “What are you talking about?”

Something flickered in her eyes and Sheila said quietly, “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“He was there, wasn’t he?” I whispered, hoarse. “He was there and he saw me talking to Bailey, didn’t he?”

She didn’t need to say a thing. Her eyes did the talking for her.

“What—” I gasped. “Is she…is she inside?” Dead.

Understanding dawned in Bryce and he shifted closer to me. His chest lightly grazed my side, but he didn’t take a hold of my arm or hand. He just stood there.

“Do you remember anyone from last night, Sheldon?”

“I thought I had police protection,” I said faintly.

“You do and they were outside, like they were ordered. They aren’t one-on-one detail protection. They’re on basic watch so they wouldn’t have been inside. If you want one-on-one detail, I can arrange that. My men would be your personal bodyguards.”

“She’s got us,” Corrigan spoke up.

“Sheldon…do you remember anyone?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I just…I liked her. Bailey. I remember liking her, she was…she was cool.”

“Well, she’s dead now.” Officer Milon clipped out, harshly. He raked his eyes over me, piercing me. His balding spot seemed to have grown, but it might’ve been the wind that flapped his hair around.

Bryce and Corrigan both tensed and shifted closer on either side of me.

“Back off,” Sheila rasped sharply. “We’re not accusing her of anything.”

They stayed put.

I asked, my eyes flat, “Where was she found?”

Sheila hesitated and Officer Milon barked the answer, “She was found in the girls’ locker room. That’s what the report said, but we haven’t gone inside yet.”

“Who found her?”

“Another student. He came early to clean this morning.”

“Who?” Corrigan frowned.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Officer Milon’s claws had been sharpened. He’d come to fight and he was thrilled to watch as Corrigan riled at his bait. “I know who you are, kid. You’ve been arrested for car theft, assault, vandalism. You’re a nice tight little delinquent that’s going to end up in prison one of these times.”

Corrigan nearly growled, but he restrained himself, just barely.

“Hank,” Sheila said sharply. “Let’s go.”

“I’m telling you, Sheila. It’s this guy.” Officer Milon stared at Corrigan, salivating. “What I would do to take you down right here and now.”

Corrigan controlled himself and asked tightly, “Who’s the kid that found her?”

“No,” Sheila bit out. “That’s official police matter. You won’t be getting the name to shake him down. He’s in police protection now.”

The morning crowd had started to draw closer and multiply. More and more students, unable to enter school from the other entrances, all wandered and were attracted to the growing throng of gawkers. Just then, Principal Gregory pushed through the crowd and found our little group that had been moved off to the side.

“Officers,” Principal Gregory nodded, grave. “Let’s have our meeting.”

Sheila clipped out a brisk nod, found my eyes once, and left with a final glare from her partner to Corrigan. They disappeared inside the doors that were now been marked off with yellow tape.

Corrigan snarled, “What I wouldn’t do to…I want to know who found her. We should find out if there was another note for Sheldon.”

Chet, Holster, and Harris all gestured for us as they stood in their group near the back of the lawn. We moved farther around the corner and I saw Braven, Carlos, Becky Lew, Mandy Justice, and anyone else who might’ve been deemed ‘popular’ crowded together in a tight pact.

In that moment, I saw that two social classes had separated. Our crowd stood around the corner. And the other crowd, the Grace Bartons, the Teddys, and the Menas now stood in the other large crowd. They congregated in the parking lot, just beyond the barricaded doors.

The gap had widened between the two groups and as we crossed it, I felt a chill down my back. It took hold and wrapped its slimy, wet, and frozen hand around my spine.

Chet gestured to the farthest corner of the school’s campus. A side door that led into the school’s theater opened. Two uniformed police officers walked outside and Marcus Donadeli walked behind with another two uniforms bringing up the rear. They approached a police cruiser as one opened the backdoor and held a hand to Marcus’ head.

He ducked inside and a uniform slid in beside him. The door was closed and two uniforms sat in the front while the last cop went to get into another police cruiser. Both cars pulled away from the curb and drove around the corner.

Evan remarked, somber, “It’s all over school. Some chick got her number last night.”

Corrigan was still watching Donadeli when he mused, “Wanna bet that’s the kid that found her?”