Chapter 31 The next day was midterm elections. Hardwicke canceled school. Vivvie went home. There was still no official update on the president's condition. My mind awash in what Ivy had told me, I went in for questioning in John Thomas's murder. "How would you describe your relationship with John Thomas Wilcox?" Given everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours, even being here, answering the detectives' questions about John Thomas, felt surreal. "John Thomas and I were in the same grade. We had one class together," I said. Ivy had told me to stick to the truth but keep my answers brief. "He struck me as cruel." Ivy probably wasn't pleased that I'd volunteered that information, but I didn't see the point in pretending that I hadn't found John Thomas reprehensible. If the police hadn't already heard that I didn't like the guy, they undoubtedly would soon. "Cruel how?" the detective on the left asked. Before I could answer, the door to the interrogation room opened and a man in an expensive suit strode in. He had the air of a person who was used to making an entrance. "Tyson." Ivy greeted him, a slight narrowing of her eyes my only clue that she wasn't pleased to see him. "Ivy," he returned smoothly before turning to the detectives. "Brewer Tyson," he said, introducing himself like his name held the strength of an argument in and of itself. "I'm representing Ms. Keyes." Without waiting for an invitation, Tyson took a seat next to Ivy. "I was under the impression that you had not hired counsel," one of the detectives told Ivy. She'd discussed this with me. She had a law degree. She could serve as my guardian and my attorney-and use the fact that we hadn't hired someone to send the message that I had nothing whatsoever to hide. "I didn't," Ivy said, eyes on Tyson, "hire an attorney." "I work for Ms. Keyes's grandfather," the lawyer volunteered. "I'm merely here to ensure that things go smoothly for everyone involved." Brewer Tyson folded his hands on the table. "Shall we proceed?" There was a second or two of silence, during which I thought Ivy might actually kick the kingmaker's lawyer out of the room, but instead she turned, closemouthed, back to the detectives. "You were getting ready to tell us why you considered John Thomas Wilcox to be a cruel person," one of the detectives said. "Was she?" Tyson asked. "I'll advise my client," he said, his gaze going briefly to me before returning to my interrogators, "that she is under no obligation to answer that question." "It's okay," I said. "I'll answer. John Thomas liked to hurt people." I stuck to simple, declarative sentences. "He picked on younger kids, anyone he saw as weak. He especially liked playing games with girls." "What kind of games?" the detective on the right asked. I measured my reply. "He liked pictures. Taking them. Sharing them. He made a lot of innuendos. He'd get in your personal space, touch you when you didn't want to be touched." "Did he ever lay hands on you?" the officer on the left asked. "Did he play games with you?" Maybe they were just trying to establish the facts-or maybe they were trying to establish motive. Either way, I stayed calm as I replied. "He grabbed my arm a few times when I wasn't appropriately cowed by who he was and what his father did. But that was it." The detective laid a picture on the table. Emilia, slumped against the bathroom wall. "We were able to trace this picture to a disposable cell phone in John Thomas Wilcox's possession." That wasn't a question, so I didn't reply. "Would you consider this girl to be one of John Thomas's targets?" This girl. Emilia didn't even get a name. "I understand that this picture was distributed to the whole school," the detective continued. "Was that why Asher Rhodes attacked John Thomas?" For the first time, I had to work to stay calm. "You'd have to ask Asher," I said. The detective who'd asked the question leaned forward. "I understand that you witnessed the attack." The attack. The way he referred to it set my teeth on edge. "John Thomas incited that fight on purpose," I said. "He baited Asher." "And why would John Thomas Wilcox do that?" the detective pressed. "To prove that he could." There was a beat of silence. "If that's all you have to ask my client," Tyson put in, "let's wrap this up." The last thing the detectives wanted was to "wrap this up" so soon. "Would you say that Asher Rhodes has a temper?" the one who'd asked me about the fight said. "Is he easy to provoke into violence?" "No." The response came out sharper than I'd meant it to, so I forced myself to tone it back a notch before continuing. "Asher is very easygoing. A little goofy." I searched for a better way to describe Asher. "Kind." "Then why rise to the bait?" the officer asked. "What could our victim have possibly said that could justify-" I snapped. "John Thomas told Asher that he'd slept with his sister. He said that if Emilia claimed she didn't want it, that was a lie." Those words hung in the air. My tone was low and deadly. "Like I said, John Thomas liked to hurt people." I paused. "I despised him. He was a bully and a coward and I didn't think he was worth the breath it took to say his name. But-" I held fast against the memories that wanted to come. "I tried to save him. I tried to stop the bleeding. I yelled for help. I called 911." I never broke eye contact, never slowed or sped up my speech. "I didn't have anything to do with John Thomas's murder. And neither did Asher. He was suspended yesterday. He wasn't even on campus when John Thomas was shot." There was a beat of silence. "We're done here," the lawyer said, gathering his things. I glanced at Ivy. She gave a slight nod. I stood. "To be clear," one of the detectives said, standing as he spoke, "Ms. Kendrick Keyes is not a suspect in John Thomas Wilcox's murder. Surveillance footage taken just outside the Hardwicke library confirms her statement about how and when she discovered the body." It was not lost on me that they had waited to point out that I wasn't a suspect until now. They'd probably hoped that I would point the finger at someone else if I thought that they suspected me. They'd probably hoped that I would jump at the opportunity to tell them Asher was a violent, violent boy. "What about security footage from inside the library?" I asked. If security had caught the shooter on camera, the police wouldn't have been sitting here cross-examining me. And that meant either that John Thomas's killer hadn't been caught on camera, or the footage had been erased. "I'm afraid we're not at liberty to discuss the details of this case." I hadn't been holding my breath that they would. "One last thing, Tess," the quieter of the two detectives said, using my name in what I suspected was an attempt to put me at ease. "Can you identify this young man?" Another photograph was placed on the table. It was a bit grainier than the photo of Emilia, like it had been obtained by freezing a frame of video surveillance footage. It had been taken in the courtyard. I could see the Hardwicke chapel in the background. Even from a distance, I recognized Asher's red hair, the set of his features. My eyes were drawn to the time stamp on the video. "Asher Rhodes may have been sent home yesterday morning, but he came back to campus." The detective confirmed what I was seeing. "This footage puts him at Hardwicke just prior to the murder." I tried not to let the question-or the sickened feeling in the pit of my stomach-show on my face. What were you thinking, Asher? What were you doing at Hardwicke? The detective leaned forward. "Is it your testimony that Asher Rhodes believed that John Thomas Wilcox had assaulted his sister?" Opportunity. Motive. If I'd realized Asher had been on campus that afternoon, I wouldn't have given them the latter-not if I could have helped it. "I don't know," I said, my mind racing as I stared at the time stamp on that picture. "You'd have to ask Asher." A single mother returns to the city she left seven years ago after breaking up with her ex to seek treatment for her son’s leukemia. Upon learning of her return, the ex immediately searches for the lo...