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She told him about what had happened in her classroom and what had gone on the evening before when she had stopped at the Farman home.
“I’m afraid he might be blaming me for getting him in trouble,” she said. “His parents weren’t aware he had skipped school. I think he might have gotten a spanking for it. He wouldn’t sit down all morning.”
“Could I have a photocopy of this page, Miss Navarre?” Leone asked. “A couple of them, please?”
“Yes, of course.”
“The other children who found the body are in your class as well?”
“Yes. This has been a very challenging week.”
“I’d like to sit down and talk with you about the kids,” he said. “Are you free this evening?”
“Um… uh… Yes, sure,” she said, instantly thinking that Fra
“Good. Di
“Are you asking me on a date, Detective?” she asked, a little shocked at his audacity… and a little something else.
“That would be improper of me,” he said.
But he didn’t say no.
“I’ve been away,” he said. “Just got back last night. I’d like to get a clearer picture of what happened Tuesday. Your insights would be appreciated. Your pleasant company would be a bonus,” he added.
Mendez joined them then, and Leone had her show De
“Jesus Christ,” Mendez said, then caught himself. “Sorry, ma’am.”
“Has the school notified the boy’s parents about this?” Leone asked.
“Deputy Farman is on his way,” she said, wishing the principal had called De
Mendez spoke to Leone. “I say we ask the kid about the finger before Frank gets here. If we aren’t going to charge him with anything, we don’t need a parent present to ask him questions.”
Vince shrugged. “Your call. The Cranes might want to press assault charges.”
“I’ll only ask him about the finger.”
He started toward the table then turned back in an afterthought. “Thank you, Miss Navarre. You’ve been very helpful.”
“I’m staying,” A
“I’m sorry?”
“I’m staying while you talk to De
Mendez shrugged. “That’s fine.”
She grabbed hold of the sleeve of his sport coat as he started to turn away again. He swung back around and looked at her.
“And I don’t want you asking him about the drawings,” she said, keeping her tone low. “He doesn’t know I have the notebook. I don’t want him to know I betrayed his trust. I want to be able to help him-if I can.”
They went to the table together then and sat down to interview De
Hicks headed back to the office to see if anything had come in on his background checks of the staff at the Thomas Center. Vince and Mendez walked out of the school and stood on the sidewalk waiting for Frank Farman to show up. The other kids were long gone before they had even made it to the scene-Tommy Crane picked up by his father and taken to the ER, Wendy Morgan picked up by her father also.
“Those are some violent fantasies that kid has ru
“Frank’s wound a little too tight,” Mendez said. “But I don’t see him drawing pictures of women with knives stuck in their breasts.”
“That boy is a perfect candidate to go all wrong and end up really hurting someone. You’ll have to keep your eye on him for years to come.”
“Great. I hope the Cranes press charges. We can pack him off to a juvenile facility.”
“And he’ll be all straightened out when he comes out of there,” Vince said sarcastically.
They just stood there for a minute, taking in the momentary quiet, each turning their thoughts over in their heads.
“The teacher’s cute,” Vince said at last.
“Yeah.”
“She’s got spunk, sticking up for her kids. I like that,” he said. He looked at Mendez out the corner of his eye. “Have you asked her out?”
Mendez startled at the question. “What? No! I’m in the middle of a case.”
Vince shrugged. “A guy’s gotta eat.”
“I just met her yesterday.”
“So? I just met her an hour ago.”
Mendez stared at him. “You asked her out? She’s young enough to be your daughter!”
“Yeah,” he said, gri
“I can’t believe you asked her out! In the middle of all of that, you asked her out.”
“We’re meeting for di
“She doesn’t know it’s a date.”
“She knows she’s having di
“I can’t believe you asked her out,” Mendez said. “She’s part of the investigation.”
“She’s not a vic. She’s not a witness. And she’s not the perp,” Vince pointed out. “There’s no conflict of interest. Life is short, junior. Carpe diem.”
A county cruiser pulled up at the curb and Frank Farman got out, his face a mask of steel.
“I can’t believe this,” he said half under his breath. “He had a finger?”
“He had to have taken it off Lisa Warwick,” Mendez said. “She was missing an index finger at autopsy.”
“For God’s sake,” Farman said, jamming his hands on his hips. “I don’t know what’s wrong with that boy. I try to set him straight, and he does something like this.”
“He beat up the Crane kid pretty bad,” Mendez said. “They might want to press charges.”
“Jesus Christ.” He looked one way and then the other, as if he expected Christ to appear on command.
He didn’t get Christ. He got A
“Mr. Farman, can I have a word with you?”
“I really don’t have the time-”
“You don’t have the time to discuss the fact that your son brought a human finger to school today? What could you possibly have going on more urgent than dealing with this?”
“I have a job to do, Miss Navarre.”
“Yes. It’s called parenting. It comes with having children. Does it not mean anything to you that your son is having serious problems here?”
Vince watched Farman’s face redden. The deputy wouldn’t take being dressed down in front of his peers. A
“De
Farman leaned toward her, trying to intimidate her with his size. “I don’t need you telling me how to raise my own kid. My wife is coming to deal with De
“I should be glad,” she said. “At least the beating will be postponed.”
“How dare you,” Farman growled, taking a menacing step toward her.
Vince stepped between them. “Let’s take a break here, folks. Cool down.”
He herded A
“My wife will deal with De
“Where?”
“It just came over the radio,” Farman said. “The air search located the two cars: Lisa Warwick’s and Karly Vickers’s. Dixon wants us on the scene.”