Chapter 2
Dance
Party
1
One
by one, they were interrogated. The
questioning led by a team of my Dad, Mr. Eurich (my favorite Social Studies
teacher), and Mrs. Novik (Head Guidance Counselor), did their best to ferret out
the truth. All admitted they were
friends of Mark Granite, and have often done him favors or offered him
support. All denied any involvement in
the killings.
“That’s
something he did on his own, man. We had
nothing to do with that.” That’s what I
heard was the gist of what Ricky Rosalie, fellow track team member, and Granite
buddy.
A
few were visibly bothered by what happened and accepted with resignation that
Mark was guilty. Some vehemently
rejected the idea, insisting that Mark was innocent and that he had been set
up. One blamed me and refused to talk if
my Dad was one of the interrogators. My
Dad left, and Mr. Eurich and Mrs. Novik did their job without missing a beat.
Robert
Pelly was one of the deniers. Yes, the
very person who witnessed Mark Granite kill Mrs. Forsyth was one of the most adamant that Mark
was being framed. He did not accuse me
of the crime. I’m not sure why. I was
the most convenient patsy, and we had no love for each other. Up until Mark’s strange confession, I was convinced
that Pelley was Lisa’s murderer.
Yes,
I did tell my father and the other two interrogators that Robert Pelley was
there. No, he did not directly kill Mrs.
Forsyth, but he was there and had done nothing to stop it. The three said they would take it into account,
but they would need more evidentiary support to be able to do anything about
it. No one else saw him at the scene.
Don’t
worry, son,” my Dad told me. “I believe you.
We’re going to question his alibiers aggressively, and we’re going to
have him under careful watch.” I nodded that I understood. But I didn’t. I loved
my Dad, but I was not sure how well half measures would work.
Turns
out…not so well.
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