Chapter 4
May Shadows
1
There were not
only teachers and students caught with us there at Loren High School . There were also staff people. Several cooks, a couple of janitors, some Para-professional
assistants, a school nurse, a yard maintenance man; all were in with us. One of these was Alberto Foreman, an Hispanic
janitor. In his sixties, he was one of
the oldest persons in the trap.
Often shuffling
due to gout flare ups, he was unfailingly fastidious about his work. He engaged students rarely, but was friendly
if they spoke to him. Heavy set and
short, closely cropped black hair, thinning mustache, he did his work slowly
but carefully, as if it were the most important thing in the world. This cleanliness that most of us took for
granted without a single thought.
Alberto did get
help a week or two after the storm held us in place. A team of students was at his disposal to
help keep the school clean. And with so
many students in so close a quarter, things could get very bad very fast.
The students
working with him had grown to respect him, and followed his direction fairly
well. At first they were frustrated
because they wanted to do the job more rapidly than he did, but they gradually
learned the importance of doing a job thoroughly.
Freddy Darick was
helping Alberto that first morning of May.
It was early when Freddy went to the supply closet to get some more
cleanser for his cleaning bucket. Freddy
was surprised to find out that the supply closet was already unlocked. He had
gotten the key from Alberto, and wasn't sure why he would do that if the closet
was already open. He turned to Alberto
who was cleaning just up the hall.
"Hey, Alberto! The door is
already unlocked! Did you know
that?"
Alberto came over,
looking slightly puzzled. "No, I
did not. I have not been in there this
morning. And I know it was locked last
night. I am very careful about these
things."
Alberto turned the
knob, and found that it would indeed open.
"Maybe Mr. Tate or another administrator has come by to check
supplies, I don't know."
Freddy looked
down. "Oh, my god, Alberto! What is that?" He pointed to a red pool of liquid edging out
the door.
Alberto cautiously
swung the door open and they both saw the body, sprawled next to the shelf of
bleach and buckets. Mr. Franks stared at them emptily; his throat
slashed from ear to ear, blood everywhere.
It was our first
murder. It would not be our last.
Far from it.
TO BE CONTINUED!!!
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