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the cabinet.
“ I...I got it from Mom. She wanted me to have something reliable for communication.”
“ Whatcha doing with your old phone? I’ll take it.” Molly offered. “I could use one.” She munched on potato chips; the bag crinkled. As much as I wanted Molly to have a cell that wasn’t dated to the 90s, I needed mine. After all, the iPhone really belonged to Tommy and I didn’t feel right using it for my personal calls.
“ Sorry, Mol, I’m keeping it.”
With a roll of her eyes, she retorted, “Whatever.” She shoved another chip into her salivating mouth.
“ So, are you going to talk to your brother tomorrow morning? He should know what Clark said,” Jennifer insisted. The lawyer’s daughter in her unrelenting single-mindedness.
“ I will...but first thing tomorrow we are going to the roof of the school.”
“ The what of the what?” Molly dropped her chip.
“ I have to search the roof myself. Now that we know Clark is involved we know what to look for. Maybe he left something behind on the roof to indicate he was there!” I defended my theory.
“ And maybe we will get ourselves killed! ” Molly emphasized the last word. “You saw Clark with that newbie in the alley. He means business, and if we go putting our noses in his Kool Aid, how do you think he is going to react?”
“ He doesn’t have to know.” I answered nonchalantly, but nothing about this was easy.
“ And the cops? How are we going to maneuver around them? They’ve still got yellow tape up and everything.” Jennifer spun around from the cabinet and shot a questioning look at me.
“ Gesh! You’re starting to sound like Mol,” I huffed. “We’ll be fine. I’ve heard my brother on his phone. The cops aren’t there anymore. Just the tape. We can sneak around back like last time and use the stairs to the roof.”
“ Have you forgotten? We’ve run out of favors from your friend Antonio, Molly pointed out with an artificial Spanish accent, imitating Antonio.
“ We won’t need one,” I stated plainly, and Jennifer took a seat next to us.
“ What do mean?” She braced herself with her hands flat on the bed.
“ When we left through the back door I kind of pressed my chewing gum inside the latch where the door seals. Even if Alberto locks the door, the door should open fine.”
“ And I thought only I did stuff like that.” Molly almost beamed like a proud parent. And I had to give her credit. I never would have done something like that before meeting her.
***
Saturday morning I threw on a knapsack full of necessary-items-for-clandestine-operations-on-a-roof. I started to feel like special ops. We all bundled up for the cold weather. Molly and Jennifer wore knit hats, but I just let my dark hair cover my chilled ears. Frost tipped the blades of grass; must have been a wintery night.
When we finally got to the back door of the school, we all stared at the door for one long silent moment. This or nothing. I pushed, and the world around me froze. In slow-motion the door unlatched and I stepped cautiously inside, gripping my sack.
“ You can scour the city with me anytime.” Molly joked from behind me. I guess I proved my usefulness.
Turning up the staircase we plodded upward until we reached the top. The roof door squeaked open, and the wind rattled on all sides of the squared rooftop. When all three of us stepped onto the asphalt, the door slammed with an ear cracking bang. My lips quivered and I tried to swallow my fear. Gulp.
“ So, what do you think we are going to find, anyway? I mean, if I’m risking my life and everything,” Jennifer asked as she peered over one ledge. Stopping next to her, I looked down and saw the yellow tape marking the area where students and faculty could not walk. Chalk still outlined where his body had lain.
“ I don’t know. Just look.” I pressed and stepped away from her. Molly paced in the back, her arms folded.
“ I’m not sure there is
“ I...I got it from Mom. She wanted me to have something reliable for communication.”
“ Whatcha doing with your old phone? I’ll take it.” Molly offered. “I could use one.” She munched on potato chips; the bag crinkled. As much as I wanted Molly to have a cell that wasn’t dated to the 90s, I needed mine. After all, the iPhone really belonged to Tommy and I didn’t feel right using it for my personal calls.
“ Sorry, Mol, I’m keeping it.”
With a roll of her eyes, she retorted, “Whatever.” She shoved another chip into her salivating mouth.
“ So, are you going to talk to your brother tomorrow morning? He should know what Clark said,” Jennifer insisted. The lawyer’s daughter in her unrelenting single-mindedness.
“ I will...but first thing tomorrow we are going to the roof of the school.”
“ The what of the what?” Molly dropped her chip.
“ I have to search the roof myself. Now that we know Clark is involved we know what to look for. Maybe he left something behind on the roof to indicate he was there!” I defended my theory.
“ And maybe we will get ourselves killed! ” Molly emphasized the last word. “You saw Clark with that newbie in the alley. He means business, and if we go putting our noses in his Kool Aid, how do you think he is going to react?”
“ He doesn’t have to know.” I answered nonchalantly, but nothing about this was easy.
“ And the cops? How are we going to maneuver around them? They’ve still got yellow tape up and everything.” Jennifer spun around from the cabinet and shot a questioning look at me.
“ Gesh! You’re starting to sound like Mol,” I huffed. “We’ll be fine. I’ve heard my brother on his phone. The cops aren’t there anymore. Just the tape. We can sneak around back like last time and use the stairs to the roof.”
“ Have you forgotten? We’ve run out of favors from your friend Antonio, Molly pointed out with an artificial Spanish accent, imitating Antonio.
“ We won’t need one,” I stated plainly, and Jennifer took a seat next to us.
“ What do mean?” She braced herself with her hands flat on the bed.
“ When we left through the back door I kind of pressed my chewing gum inside the latch where the door seals. Even if Alberto locks the door, the door should open fine.”
“ And I thought only I did stuff like that.” Molly almost beamed like a proud parent. And I had to give her credit. I never would have done something like that before meeting her.
***
Saturday morning I threw on a knapsack full of necessary-items-for-clandestine-operations-on-a-roof. I started to feel like special ops. We all bundled up for the cold weather. Molly and Jennifer wore knit hats, but I just let my dark hair cover my chilled ears. Frost tipped the blades of grass; must have been a wintery night.
When we finally got to the back door of the school, we all stared at the door for one long silent moment. This or nothing. I pushed, and the world around me froze. In slow-motion the door unlatched and I stepped cautiously inside, gripping my sack.
“ You can scour the city with me anytime.” Molly joked from behind me. I guess I proved my usefulness.
Turning up the staircase we plodded upward until we reached the top. The roof door squeaked open, and the wind rattled on all sides of the squared rooftop. When all three of us stepped onto the asphalt, the door slammed with an ear cracking bang. My lips quivered and I tried to swallow my fear. Gulp.
“ So, what do you think we are going to find, anyway? I mean, if I’m risking my life and everything,” Jennifer asked as she peered over one ledge. Stopping next to her, I looked down and saw the yellow tape marking the area where students and faculty could not walk. Chalk still outlined where his body had lain.
“ I don’t know. Just look.” I pressed and stepped away from her. Molly paced in the back, her arms folded.
“ I’m not sure there is
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