Judge Gantry said, “This case has not been assigned to me, and I know very little about it, only what I’ve read in the newspaper.”
Mrs. Boone said, “Well, it’s some sort of crazy conspiracy charge that Jack Hogan has cooked up. The teachers have been suspended and will probably be fired. But they are not criminals.”
Vince had picked up some paperwork at the jail. He flipped through it and said, “The bond was set by the city court judge, Your Honor, but the case will be assigned to your court. We can make an oral motion to reduce the bond.”
“I know that,” Judge Gantry said politely. Theo had never seen him ruffled or upset.
“Then I make an oral motion to reduce the bond for all five,” Mrs. Boone said.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Why not a simple recognition bond?” Vince asked.
“Exactly,” said Mrs. Boone. “These people pose no risk of running away. They’ll show up in court when they’re supposed to. I guarantee it. Just release them on their own recognizance. They don’t have the money to go through a bail bondsman, and it’s so unnecessary anyway. I want them out of jail right now, Henry. Is that clear?”
“Relax, Marcella.”
“No, I will not relax until they are out of jail. And once they’re out, I’ll file a motion to dismiss these ridiculous charges. Just wait until I have a chat with Jack Hogan.”
“I’d like to witness that conversation,” Judge Gantry said with a smile.
“Please, Henry, you know I’m right,” she said.
“Okay. So ordered. I’ll call the jail.”
“Thank you, Henry.”
“And thank you, Marcella. Please say hello to Woods.”
They marched out of his office, past Mrs. Hardy, down the hallway and the stairs, out of the building, and back to the police station. It took an hour to shuffle the paperwork, even with Mrs. Boone glaring at Officer Brock and snapping at anything he said. Finally, a door opened and Geneva Hull, Tom Willingham, Penn Norman, Paul London, and Emily Novak emerged, free to go. Geneva started crying when she saw Mrs. Boone, who huddled with them for a few minutes and told them what had happened. Theo and Vince drifted away.
It was dark when they left the police station. Theo’s day had started there, just as it was ending there. As he got in the car and they drove away, he said, “That was pretty awesome, Mom. Thanks for letting me tag along.”
“Don’t mention it, but we do have a few things to talk about.”
“Yes, we do.”
Over Chinese carryout, his parents decided that he should arrive early in Mrs. Gladwell’s office on Thursday morning and admit to skipping school. He would take his punishment without complaining. He didn’t argue with this decision. The mood was somber, and Mrs. Boone barely touched her food. She was still upset and gunning for Jack Hogan. Mr. Boone thought it was admirable for Theo to help Ike but didn’t like the fact that he had fibbed to his mother about leaving the house early for debate practice. Theo acknowledged he was wrong and apologized, but pushed back a bit by saying he had no choice. Normally, his mother would have had plenty to say about the fib, but she was preoccupied with more important matters.
Theo described the rest of the day as an exercise in babysitting. April was also skipping school and needed someone to lean on. Theo did not tell his parents why. He had made a promise to April. Both seemed suspicious about his story. He felt like he was dodging bullets, and his head was spinning in so many directions it began to ache. His primary concern was April. What would she do when she heard the news that the teachers had been arrested? Getting suspended was bad enough, now this. She would blame herself and threaten to do something crazy.
Later, in his room, he called and texted her, but she did not answer.
Chapter 19
At eight Thursday morning, Theo walked into the school office and said hello to Miss Gloria, the school secretary. She missed nothing and quickly said, “I see you were absent yesterday. Everything okay?”
She was nosy and often pried into private matters. “All is well,” Theo said, “but I need to see Mrs. Gladwell.”
“About what?”
Maybe it’s none of your business, Theo thought, but he managed to smile and be polite. “My parents,” he said.
“Oh dear. I hope nothing is wrong.”
“They’re fine.”
He took a seat in the reception area and tried to ignore her. The phone rang and she answered it. Mrs. Gladwell arrived, in her usual early morning frenzy, and said hello. “Gotta minute?” Theo asked.
“Sure, Theo. What’s going on?”
They went into her office and closed the door. Theo took a seat and announced, “I skipped school yesterday, all day. I have no excuse.”
“Yes, I saw your name on the absentee list. Mr. Mount said you sent a text but never showed up. That’s not like you, Theo.”
“I’m sorry.”
“And you’ve told your parents?”
“Yes. Last night. They are not happy. I can’t play golf for a month, and here I am in your office, waiting for my punishment.”
“Very well. Let’s do an extra hour of study hall after classes for the next five days. Fair enough?”
“Whatever you say,” Theo said.
“Okay. Now scoot along. I have a busy morning.”
Not bad, Theo thought, as he sprinted by Miss Gloria’s desk and out the door.
During morning recess, he found April on the playground. He was relieved she was at school. Her punishment for skipping was nothing because her mother had sent a note saying she’d been ill. That wasn’t fair, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. She informed him that she had written a letter to Dr. Carmen Stoop, the school superintendent, and in the letter she admitted being the anonymous informant. She admitted everything and apologized for getting involved.
“Don’t send that letter,” Theo said as firmly as possible.
“I’m going to. This is all my fault, and I feel terrible.”
“Don’t send that letter. It doesn’t help anyone, especially you. It will just make your life more complicated, and it could also cause trouble for Janelle and her sister Binky.”
“I’m sorry, Theo. I disagree.”
“Look, April, the first letter was a mistake, right? You sent it without talking to me first. This other letter will just make things worse.”
“I disagree.”
“Come on, April, you always say you trust me when it comes to the law, right?”
“I suppose.”
“What do you mean, ‘You suppose’? Do you trust me or not?”
“Yes.”
“Then don’t send that letter until I read it, okay?”
“I’ll think about it.”
During third-period Government class, Mr. Mount began, as he often did, with a current topic by saying, “Let’s talk about the arrests yesterday of the five teachers from East Middle School. Who thinks they should be prosecuted and put on trial?”
Theo wanted to crawl under his desk. No one in the room had a clue that he was so thoroughly involved in the mess. He vowed to keep his mouth shut.
Woody, he with the quick trigger, said, “Sure. They caught ’em cheating, and now they have to pay the price.”
Justin disagreed. “What law did they break? If they did it, then they were wrong, no question about it. They should be fired, but they’re not criminals.”
Brandon asked, “Is cheating always against the law? I mean, if we cheat on a test, are we breaking the law? I don’t think so.”
Edward said, “My mom says they’re going to throw out all the tests and make us do it again. Now, that’s a crime. If that happens, then I think they should go to jail for a long time.”
Darren said, “My dad says the whole idea of testing is bogus to begin with. Why allow some kids in high school to get smaller classes and better teachers? Why shouldn’t we all be treated the same?”
Mr. Mount was smiling because he’d hit a hot
button. He said, “Okay, good points, but let’s stay away from the tests for a minute and talk about the arrests, prosecution, and possible jail time for teachers. It strikes me as a bad idea.”
Brandon said, “Okay, do you think cheating is always a crime?”
“Of course not. It’s always wrong and some forms of cheating are clearly against the law. For example, if you cheat on your income taxes, the IRS can charge you with a crime. If you cheat on an application for a home loan, you could probably be prosecuted. But cheating on a test in school is not a crime.”
“Now you tell us,” Woody said, and got a few laughs.
“Oh, it’s wrong,” Mr. Mount said. “You would be punished, maybe suspended or expelled.”
Chase asked, “So, Mr. Mount, what do you think should happen to the teachers?”
“I’m a teacher, so I guess I’m sympathetic to them. But I want to know what you think.”