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They need to know what happened to her.”
    Josh’s facade cracked a little right along with his voice. “Sure,” he said, “like being a snitch is going to make my life better? But I already told you. I don’t know who did this. I’ve never seen that girl before just now. I don’t know who she is or what happened to her.”
    â€œYou do know what happened to her,” Mel shot back. “You saw it on that video. Someone strangled her before your very eyes.”
    Switching topics, Mel tapped a scarlet-tipped fingernail on the stack of drawings. “You are a kid who likes thinking about dead people, aren’t you,” she said. “You must think torturing people is cool somehow. Who are the people in these pictures, Josh? Are they people you know from school, maybe people you don’t like very much?”
    â€œIt’s art,” Josh said. “It’s what I do in my spare time. It doesn’t mean anything. Art isn’t against the law. Isn’t there something called freedom of speech in this country?”
    â€œThese drawings speak to the type of person you are,” Mel said. “They tell us the kinds of hobbies and interests you have as well as the kinds of things you’d like to do to other people if you ever have the chance.”
    We were running out of time. Mel and I knew it; so did Josh. All three of us heard the sound of heavy footsteps pounding up the second flight of stairs. Josh crossed his arms, shook his head, and said nothing.
    The bedroom door slammed open hard enough that it bounced off the wall behind us.
    A burly man in a well-cut suit charged into the room.
    â€œI’m Mr. Deeson’s attorney,” he said. “I demand to know what’s going on here! Who are you? What are you doing here?”
    Mel stepped forward to meet him, holding up her badge in one hand and the search warrant in another.
    â€œMy name is Melissa Soames,” she said. “This is my partner, J. P. Beaumont. We’re with the attorney general’s Special Homicide Investigation Team. We’re executing a properly issued search warrant of this young man’s room. I don’t believe I caught your name.”
    â€œGarvin McCarthy,” he growled, snatching the search warrant from Mel’s hands. “Let me see that.”
    The gesture would have been more effective if McCarthy hadn’t had to dig a pair of reading glasses out of the jacket of his designer suit in order to read what was written on the documents. Before he began reading, however, he shot a venomous look in Josh’s direction.
    â€œNot another word from you, young man. Understand?”
    I half expected Josh to balk at this unmistakable order from someone he didn’t know, but I think our questions had scared the crap out of him. He knew he was in trouble. He knew he needed help even if that help was unappreciated and coming from his “not” grandmother. He nodded and kept quiet.
    While McCarthy read the warrant through, line by line, Mel quietly switched off the recorder and stowed it in her purse. Finished reading, he handed the warrant back to Mel.
    â€œWhat’s this all about?” he demanded. “Why Special Homicide?”
    â€œAsk your client,” she said.
    â€œWho’s dead?”
    â€œAsk your client.”
    â€œWhat are you, a one-trick pony?”
    Mel smiled at him and handed him a business card. That was her only answer. Then she picked up one of the Bankers Boxes and turned to me.
    â€œWe’re done here,” she said casually. “Let’s go. We can stop by and see Mr. Willis on our way out.”
    That comment got a rise out of Garvin McCarthy and out of Josh Deeson as well.
    â€œNo,” they said, speaking in inadvertent unison.
    The lawyer turned his ire on Josh. “I told you to be quiet and I meant it,” he said, shaking an admonishing finger in the kid’s direction.