When he turned it around again, it was showing a camera view angled at the front of the school. The lighting was bad because the sun was low in the sky. But it showed the Jeep pulling in up front near the flagpole. There was a cop car there as well, empty at the moment but parked off on the grass.
A man got out of the Jeep, heading into the building, but the camera only captured the top of his head.
Nathan leaned in, squinting, hoping to see a face. “Who is that?”
Victor reached around, pressing a key to open another window, another video. It showed the inside of the school, near the front office, the time stamp in the corner a few seconds after the first video. This one had a clear image of Mr. Morris walking in the front door.
Nathan frowned. “It couldn’t have been him in the Jeep when Dr. Green and the others were attacked. He was on the other side of the school when it all went down.”
“Yeah,” Victor said. “And check this out. Do you remember the car that you said was there? You said Mr. McCoy jumped out of one, but then another car was there. That one drove off right after the smoke bomb.” He reached over again.
The screen changed video feeds when he pressed a button. It showed the area behind the school, where the busses came in. The car that had been in the lot on Dr. Green’s side pulled in. Mr. Morris walked out of the school, got in the passenger door and they took off.
“I can’t see the driver,” Victor said. “But the car is registered to Mr. Morris.”
He had a second car? They would have recognized his normal car. “And somehow they got hold of the Jeep?” Nathan asked. “Are you saying they took it back from Volto?”
“I’m not sure what to believe,” Victor said. “Either they got the car from Volto, or Volto’s working with them. In any case, why drop it off at the school?”
“It’d make sense that Volto had someone around and in the school on his side,” Silas said. “Remember when he smoked out the stadium? It’s hard to believe he got all that stuff out there and set up without anyone else noticing. He’d have to get someone in on it. People in faculty so they won’t say anything.”
Nathan rubbed at his face, trying to come up with a possible explanation for it all. “So we’ve got a passenger in the Jeep with Volto. We’ve got Mr. Morris. And we’ve got the driver of whoever picked up Mr. Morris at the end there.” He picked up his head to face Victor. “You know who might know. McCoy. He drove in with whoever was in the one car. And he may have seen who was in the passenger side of the Jeep.”
“I don’t think we’re getting answers from him,” Victor said. “He’s under investigation for all the dirt Mr. Hendricks had in a file about him regarding his behavior toward students. He’s been charged with a couple of things already to keep him locked up. Besides, he’s not going to tell us.”
“Who can we get to visit him and ask him?” Nathan asked. “He’s the only one who will know.”
“Maybe we should ask Morris,” Silas said.
Victor and Nathan twisted to look at him.
Silas shrugged. “He’s not under arrest, is he? Do you think he’ll talk?”
Victor closed the laptop and set it aside. “I guess it is either him or try to find a way to talk to McCoy. We don’t have another option here.”
“We could show someone,” Nathan said. “Maybe to them, Morris or McCoy. Convince them to talk to us or we’ll give it to the police.”
“We can’t,” Victor said. “They may tell the police we have it.” He frowned. “The problem is, he knows all of our faces. We need someone else. I know who to ask. But it’ll cost us favors. Anyone got some?”
“I might have a couple left,” Nathan said. “After my dad...”
“Same with me,” Silas said. “One or two I might have left. I lost a lot with my brother.”
“When I move out, it might take a couple of favors,” Victor said. “And that might happen soon. Trying to spare some. I don’t know when we can earn any more at this point.”
“We may have three between us,” Nathan said. “Is that enough?”
Victor picked up his bag and shoved the laptop in. “We’ll check in with him and see how difficult this might be.” He jerked his chin toward Nathan. “Are you coming along?”
Nathan nodded and stood up. He’d had enough of being idle and dwelling. This was the first thing the rest of the team had come to him about in days. He’d avoided them for this long. In a way, it felt like he’d grounded himself. He was done. He needed to get out of it.
Was he with them or not? “Count me in.”
Calamity
Sang
My brain was overloaded by school operations, budgets and questioning what I was doing acting as an assistant to Mr. Blackbourne while he studied for certifications.
The information wasn’t difficult. It was just a lot.
We’d pulled in office chairs from other offices and set up a second folding conference table for me along one wall of the principal’s office to act as a temporary desk. I sat at it while Mr. Blackbourne sat behind the main desk. Sometimes we switched it up, depending on what we were working on.
I’d seen barely anything or anyone except him for days, and we did nothing but research and study.
Mr. Graves often came by, usually during his lunch or after school. We gave him anything interesting that he needed to go over before the police took a look at it, and then followed up with things we weren’t sure about the school itself.
By Monday, I was frazzled. I closed up a manual and put it aside. The whole weekend had been spent studying. Monday was tense with faculty looking in at us, hearing all the complaints about being short staffed and the police presence, and particularly problematic students.
The phone Victor had given to me, my replacement, buzzed at my chest. I pulled it out, looking at the surface.
Dr. Green: Miss you.
I smiled at the message. He’d been particularly interested and messaging me whenever he got a chance.
Sang: I miss you, too. At home?
Dr. Green: I’m not with you, so nope. But I am at my condo. Want to move in?
I smothered a giggle of delight, not wanting to distract Mr. Blackbourne.
Sang: Help me find a house for us?
I waited for an answer, but he didn’t take too long.
Dr. Green: Join the stooges? I’m in. Let’s go out sometime this week.
Sang: When we can.
Dr. Green: I’ll call when I get a chance, Pookie.
I looked back at the collection of papers and books and material I had left to work on. There hadn’t been time to look for a house or consider the options with all the work we had to do. I sat back, pressing my palms to my face, breathing slowly.
“We’re almost done.” Mr. Blackbourne’s voice was gentle, the same tone he used the last few days with me. “I’ll take a few exams tomorrow.”
“Are you ready for this?” I asked and then dropped my hands. “This is a lot.” Why I was studying with him? He went through books faster than I did. But since I was going to be helping him out, I considered I needed to understand it all as much as he did. I just didn’t have the exam to take.
He had his head dipped down over a book and took notes on a pad. His coat was off. His tie was still in place. He’d rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his forearms. When he turned pages, I admired how his lean muscles flexed a bit. “I’ll be ready.”
I turned the chair I was sitting in to face him more directly. “What about a vice principal? And a counselor? Ms. Wright quit.”
“I’m calling in Mr. Duncan for vice. You remember him.”
I recalled the man from the campground. The one who seemed to be in charge and spoke at the assembly at the beginning. “He has experience?”
“He organizes the yearly event,” he said and then lowered his voice for the next part. We were alone, but he was always careful when he spoke about the Academy. “And manages two of our safe homes for teens and adults. I think he can h
andle it.”
“What about the counselor position?”
He picked up his head and looked toward the ceiling, deep in thought. “I’m not sure. I thought Mrs. Rose.”
“She’s not a bad choice,” I said. “But we’d need an interpreter. I can’t if I’m with you. And is it just academic counseling or was there more? Anything more, and we’d have to consider confidentiality.”
He nodded and looked back down at his work. “There are other options. It depends on who can take the time. However, it will cut into the favors we’ll earn when we get to the bottom of all this.”
I slid a fingernail against the plastic top of the table idly. “I still haven’t heard from anyone about...about me.”
A phone rang in another part of the building. Only the cleaning crew might still be here, and I wasn’t sure any of them were here this late. The sound was odd in the eerily quiet.
Mr. Blackbourne ignored it and continued to focus on his studying. “I’m sure a meeting will be arranged soon. You’ve joined a busy team. And scheduling has become complicated. A tryout takes time to set up as well, and they have to be sure you’ll be able to go through it without distraction.”
“So it’s us, and not them?”