fullest extent of the law.”
“Agreed.”
“I want a list of everybody at that party. We’ll let Taylor and Mathes talk to those kids and their parents. Someone knows who sells drugs at that school. Everyone might not know, but some of them sure as hell do.”
“I think you’re right. They’re scared tonight. Hopefully by tomorrow some of them will be ready to talk to us.”
“Put the fear of God into them, Fahey. The kids and the parents. Make them think you’re doing them a favor by not dragging them down to the station to take their statements.”
“Yes, sir. We could really use a break, here.”
“That third boy needs to pull through. The ones who OD’d on the drugs should be the most willing to talk to us.”
“You’d think. But my kid says Jesse Morgan smokes weed, so right now I’d say he’s our most likely suspect to have had contact with the dealers. I’m really hoping he makes it. For the obvious reasons, of course, but something in my gut tells me he might know more than anybody.”
“These kids are thirteen?” Kern asked, disbelief in his voice. “Damn it, Fahey. When I was thirteen I was putting together models of cars.”
“And huffing the model glue?”
“Hell no!”
Fahey chuckled. “Times have changed, boss. It’s a whole new world out there.”
“Makes me sad, Fahey.”
“I know, right?” Wynn was already feeling melancholy. His chief wasn’t making things any better.
“How’s your boy holding up?”
“He’s okay. His mother’s on the way to pick him up. I figured I’d be working the rest of the night.”
“I’d rather see you and Riggs go home and catch a few hours of shut-eye. We’ll need you fresh in the morning if we’re going to nail these bastards. I’ll alert Taylor and Mathes to be expecting your call in the morning.”
“You’ve got it, Chief. Talk to you tomorrow.” Wynn disconnected and pocketed his phone. He turned back to Connor, who was wiping his face. “You hanging in there?”
“Yeah. Do I really have to go with Mom? She’s gonna be all over my ass about this.”
Wynn sighed. “Give her a break, Con. She’ll be upset, sure. We all are. Getting mouthy with her won’t help or accomplish anything.”
“I know.” Connor put his head on Wynn’s shoulder and gripped his arm.
Wynn turned his face to nuzzle the boy’s tousled hair. “We’ll get through this, kid. I’m not saying it’ll be easy, but somehow, we’ll get through. Just do your best to mind your mom, and call me if you need to talk. I’m never too busy to take your call. Remember that.”
“I will.” He tightened his grasp on Wynn’s arm.
Wynn longed for the time he could chase the monster out from under his son’s bed and make everything okay. He’d been Con’s superhero back then. He missed those days.
Reilly approached with a sad smile for Con. “You doing okay, Connor?”
“Hey, Mr. O’Keefe. I’ve been better. But we’ll get through this.” He glanced at Wynn. “Dad, you know Mr. O’Keefe, my English teacher?”
Wynn gazed at Reilly. “We’ve met. Hey, Mr. O’Keefe.”
“Detective Fahey.” Reilly didn’t look pissed anymore, just sad and tired.
Wynn felt the same way. He hadn’t meant to insult Reilly, his nerves were just on edge. And with everything that was going on, he couldn’t begin to think about where their relationship stood. But right then, he knew that wasn’t ready for it to be over before it had truly gotten started. “It was nice of you to be here for the kids. Con’s mother is coming to pick him up. I’m going to encourage everyone who doesn’t have a vested interest in being here to go on home. We’ll know more about the other boys tomorrow.”
Reilly nodded. “I hope you’ll be able to get some sleep. Tomorrow could be a long day.”
Wynn smiled. “I don’t think much sleep is in the cards. I might do some exercise to help me unwind.”
“Sometimes I exercise in the middle of the night, too. It
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