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Thanks.” He shook his head as sobs burst from him and tears gushed from his reddening eyes. “But I should have known...I pushed him too hard.”
    Was that a confession? I wiggled my fingers into my frayed back pocket, yanking out the iPhone. I had to record this. We might not ever get another chance at this. The camcorder icon flashed red. Brilliant.
    “ Pushed him?” Molly inched closer to Clark, tightening her grip like a strong masseuse.
    Breaking her hold, Clark threw his left hand to his forehead, hiding his crying eyes and darted off just as the sky rumbled and rain poured. His foggy silhouette drew further and further away into the crowd, and I returned the iPhone to my pocket. The once vibrant glow of the candle flames washed out and an anemic grey ambiance saturated the skies.
    “ Did you get that?” Molly swung to me.
    “ Just the last part.” I sounded disappointed.
    “ He admitted to pushing him.” Molly stood stunned and yet proud of her achievement at extracting information. “We have to go to the police...to your brother. Someone has to investigate Clark professionally!”
    “ I...” I didn’t know if getting Samuel involved would be the best course of action. On the one hand I didn’t want him too close to my affairs; after all, what I saw on the Kindle reflection and the iPhone would shock him. On the other hand, if Samuel investigated Clark, I would be privy to all his notes. “I’ll see what he can do.”
    Tapping me on the shoulder, Jennifer pointed ahead and motioned through the crowd with me at her tail. I didn’t want to miss this. She had to get to the speakers before the rain drove them into sealed cover. When she reached Tommy’s parents they huddled under a few umbrellas supplied by helpful guests.
    “ Hi...I don’t mean to bother you,” Jennifer cuddled herself with her arms as gusts of wind grew stronger, “but I knew your son. The whole thing was so shocking!” Rain patted over her cinnamon hair as Tommy’s mother wrapped her arms around Jennifer and drew her underneath the umbrellas. She waved me in soon afterward.
    “ Me too.” I added. “A friend.”
    “ You said you’re friends of Tommy’s?”
    Nodding, Jennifer smiled with such sincerity that her freckles bunched to the tops of her cheeks. “And I just wondered if he seemed at all different to you the last few weeks?” The sky cracked with lightning, and loud thunder boomed while rain pelted diagonally.
    “ Yes, he was,” the mother said with a sponge of emotion behind her words. She needed to talk about this. “He...was always a strong kid, but lately something really got to him.”
    I could only imagine what or who that something was. Clark came to mind; images of him pushing Tommy around for speaking to Noe.
    “ Darling, we’d better head out of here. We’ve got a long drive,” Clark’s father interrupted, and he cradled his wife into his chest.
    “ My condolences.” I offered a warm salutation.
    “ Take care of yourselves, girls.” And Clark’s mother strolled off with her husband, sheltered from the rain by a borrowed umbrella.

Feathers
    As I stared at the window I heard scratches on the glass frame for a second time. Springing off my bed, I headed to the curtained window to check it out. I rapped my knuckles across the glass. The black sky hid most of the front lawn from me. If someone did lurk out there I couldn’t see them.
    “ You’re so jumpy tonight!” Molly crisscrossed her legs on my bed and bunched up two pillows behind her back. Cozy cotton pajamas and red socks kept her warm. “It’s because of Clark, isn’t it?”
    “ He’s going to hunt you down in the middle of the night to take back the evidence you recorded on the iPhone,” Jennifer giggled in a husky voice, her attempt at the movie Scream.
    “ Just stop it!” I reacted, a little scared.
    “ How did you get that iPhone anyway? I’ve never seen you with one before? Jennifer played with my CDs as she stood by