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same. It wasn’t like they had an audience in the empty auditorium. “Think about it. Lame or not, it’s obviously affecting you. Whoever it is doesn’t want you to go to the police, and Darcy was all over you this morning to open your locker. It’s her. Why would she care if she didn’t know what was inside?”
Sloan didn’t have a good answer for that.
“See. She had to know or she wouldn’t have been pestering you to open it.”
He made a lot of sense. Lots of valid assumptions, but she couldn’t really focus on any of them. She felt so sleepy and rolled her neck around her shoulders to keep awake. It wouldn’t take much to fall over and nap all evening. Man, it would be nice.
“You okay?”
Ray, always on top of things, Ray. “Just sleepy.”
“Have the notes bothered you that much that you aren’t sleeping?”
She had to think about that. One would think it would keep her from sleeping. “Not really. Sunday night I didn’t know enough to be scared. Monday night I slept because… uh…” Well, she’d slept basically because of the pain pills Darcy had given her. They’d relaxed her. Calmed her. It was pretty nice actually, not that she’d take them anymore. She could see herself getting addicted to them very easily.
“Because why?” Ray stared. Sloan wished he’d quit.
“And so, yeah, I’ve slept. I’m just tired. Stress I guess.”
Ray didn’t look convinced, but did drop it, which Sloan appreciated. “So, four suspects.”
“B-oy-d.” She drew out his name, because to her, he was the only suspect. “Tanner, Darcy, and Boyd’s mother.”
Ray nodded slowly, apparently a million miles away. When he did move, he grabbed her by the hands and made her jump. “Sorry. I’ve gotta go.”
“Where?”
He let go of her hands, stood, and grabbed his backpack. “I probably won’t be at lunch so don’t wait for me. Come over to my house tonight and we can work on Biology. Get the lesson from Mrs. Knight. Pig dissection next week, remember?”
“Where are you going?”
Ray smiled, but it looked very forced. It didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll see you tonight. Be there right after school if that’s okay?”
He left without even looking back. Sloan grabbed her stuff and ran after him, but there wasn’t any sight of him. He’d gone somewhere. Knowing him, somewhere involved finding out who had been sending her those letters and roses. He’d no doubt either gone to see Boyd or Mrs. Lawrence. Sloan very much hoped it wasn’t to see Boyd. Even though he was her number one suspect, she didn’t want him talking to Boyd alone. Ray hadn’t been around to see Boyd at his worst. Aaron had been attacked by Boyd, not Ray. Ray didn’t know what Boyd was capable of, wheelchair or not.
Sloan looked at her phone to check the time: 8:36.
Just enough time to get to Biology before the bell rang. And what exactly would she tell Mrs. Knight? “Sorry I’m late. I was talking to Ray, who has gone who knows where, about these letters I’ve been getting from a stalker who has threatened to kill my mother if I tell the police. So, could you not give me a lot of homework? Thanks.”
Ugh.
Sloan waited outside the door until the bell rang. She scooted to the side with her head down, praying no one saw her. She didn’t need the embarrassment.
When everyone cleared out, Sloan noticed Darcy wasn’t among them. It made her take a mental note, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. She needed to talk to Mrs. Knight before the next group came in and before she was late for another class.
Sloan settled on the truth. “Mrs. Knight. I’m sorry I missed class. I rose late.” Hilarious. She rose… like flowers… roses… yeah.
“You rose late?” Mrs. Knight never stopped erasing the white board. “Did you also get lost between your locker and class?”
“Excuse me?”
Mrs. Knight turned her direction. “Darcy told me she spoke to you and Mr. Hunter at your locker. Do you have an
Sloan didn’t have a good answer for that.
“See. She had to know or she wouldn’t have been pestering you to open it.”
He made a lot of sense. Lots of valid assumptions, but she couldn’t really focus on any of them. She felt so sleepy and rolled her neck around her shoulders to keep awake. It wouldn’t take much to fall over and nap all evening. Man, it would be nice.
“You okay?”
Ray, always on top of things, Ray. “Just sleepy.”
“Have the notes bothered you that much that you aren’t sleeping?”
She had to think about that. One would think it would keep her from sleeping. “Not really. Sunday night I didn’t know enough to be scared. Monday night I slept because… uh…” Well, she’d slept basically because of the pain pills Darcy had given her. They’d relaxed her. Calmed her. It was pretty nice actually, not that she’d take them anymore. She could see herself getting addicted to them very easily.
“Because why?” Ray stared. Sloan wished he’d quit.
“And so, yeah, I’ve slept. I’m just tired. Stress I guess.”
Ray didn’t look convinced, but did drop it, which Sloan appreciated. “So, four suspects.”
“B-oy-d.” She drew out his name, because to her, he was the only suspect. “Tanner, Darcy, and Boyd’s mother.”
Ray nodded slowly, apparently a million miles away. When he did move, he grabbed her by the hands and made her jump. “Sorry. I’ve gotta go.”
“Where?”
He let go of her hands, stood, and grabbed his backpack. “I probably won’t be at lunch so don’t wait for me. Come over to my house tonight and we can work on Biology. Get the lesson from Mrs. Knight. Pig dissection next week, remember?”
“Where are you going?”
Ray smiled, but it looked very forced. It didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll see you tonight. Be there right after school if that’s okay?”
He left without even looking back. Sloan grabbed her stuff and ran after him, but there wasn’t any sight of him. He’d gone somewhere. Knowing him, somewhere involved finding out who had been sending her those letters and roses. He’d no doubt either gone to see Boyd or Mrs. Lawrence. Sloan very much hoped it wasn’t to see Boyd. Even though he was her number one suspect, she didn’t want him talking to Boyd alone. Ray hadn’t been around to see Boyd at his worst. Aaron had been attacked by Boyd, not Ray. Ray didn’t know what Boyd was capable of, wheelchair or not.
Sloan looked at her phone to check the time: 8:36.
Just enough time to get to Biology before the bell rang. And what exactly would she tell Mrs. Knight? “Sorry I’m late. I was talking to Ray, who has gone who knows where, about these letters I’ve been getting from a stalker who has threatened to kill my mother if I tell the police. So, could you not give me a lot of homework? Thanks.”
Ugh.
Sloan waited outside the door until the bell rang. She scooted to the side with her head down, praying no one saw her. She didn’t need the embarrassment.
When everyone cleared out, Sloan noticed Darcy wasn’t among them. It made her take a mental note, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. She needed to talk to Mrs. Knight before the next group came in and before she was late for another class.
Sloan settled on the truth. “Mrs. Knight. I’m sorry I missed class. I rose late.” Hilarious. She rose… like flowers… roses… yeah.
“You rose late?” Mrs. Knight never stopped erasing the white board. “Did you also get lost between your locker and class?”
“Excuse me?”
Mrs. Knight turned her direction. “Darcy told me she spoke to you and Mr. Hunter at your locker. Do you have an
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