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because I have no idea why someone would be calling me and then asking me who is answering. I glance over at Grace. Oh. Her brother.
"One minute," I say as Grace hangs up the hotel phone, and I hand her my cell. "I think it's your brother."
She takes it from me and puts the phone up to her ear.
"Hey, Connor," she says. "What?…That was Sam…No, you don't know him…Because the police took my phone…I've been trying to call you!…What? I was on CNN?…Yeah, the other guy in the picture was Sam…Because he was with me when I was shot at the first time…Yes, there was more than one time I was shot at. And there wouldn't have been a second time if that bitch Lori didn't lock me out of your house…Oh please! They act as if it's their house. They treat me like I'm the renter. Like I have no right to be there…They won't even give me their precious wireless password."
My cell volume is high enough that I'm able to pick up some of Connor's end of the conversation. He's furious and sounds more like a father than Grace's brother. I begin to feel uncomfortable as I listen to them. I grab the TV remote and turn on the TV. The channel turns on to CNN.
"I know, Connor. I should have said something sooner, but I didn't want to sound ungrateful…And you're going to ask them to leave?…Yes, thank you."
The newscaster has the grim expression and suit of a man attending a funeral—the only discrepancy being that his tie is bright orange.
"This make three murders and one attempted murder in the usually peaceful town of Murray," the newscaster says. "Grace Ellery, originally from Ohio, is not a stranger to violence. She had been attacked by one of her prior students back in 2012. The student, Francis Tate, attacked her with a knife, stabbing her several times before leaving when he heard her mother, Louise Ellery, arriving at the house. Tate is currently in Southeastern Correctional Institute."
Grace grabs the remote control from me and turns off the TV.
"You were attacked?" I turn to her "Why didn't you bring that up to the police or the FBI?"
"Connor, let me call you back…Yes, either from this number or from the hotel…I have to go." Grace ends the call and hands me the cell, all the while ignoring my gaze. "Because it's none of their business."
"It could help the case."
"You heard the news!" she snaps. "Tate is in prison! It has nothing to do with him."
"He could have accomplices."
"He wasn't some mastermind psychopath. He was a kid. I met him when he was sixteen years old at an at-risk youth education center. He was a good student and a gifted writer. I could see from his writing that he was troubled…but I thought he had dealt with any aggression he felt through his writing. While he was in college, he sent me an e-mail. In the e-mail he said he had found my e-mail address on the internet…and said he credited a fair bit of his own success to my efforts. I was so…thrilled to read his message and know that I had made an impact. I sent him a message, thanking him for his gratitude and I wished him well. I didn't say anything else. I didn't initiate further conversation or tell him where I was living. At the trial, I found out he sent multiple e-mails after I had left the school. Anyway, somehow he learned that I was living at my family's farmhouse. I was shocked to see him, but I invited him in because I didn't want to be rude. We had a friendly conversation about what was going on in our current lives, but when he started to become…overly friendly…I told him I wasn't interested and he became hostile. He wasn't even the one who grabbed the knife. I did. He just…managed to get it out of my hand and…that's when he attacked me. The only reason I'm still alive is because my mother came home."
"And now he's in prison."
"Now he's in prison," she repeats. "He was caught three days later, hiding out at one of his friends' houses. He's serving a ten-year sentence. I never went back to interventional education. I
"One minute," I say as Grace hangs up the hotel phone, and I hand her my cell. "I think it's your brother."
She takes it from me and puts the phone up to her ear.
"Hey, Connor," she says. "What?…That was Sam…No, you don't know him…Because the police took my phone…I've been trying to call you!…What? I was on CNN?…Yeah, the other guy in the picture was Sam…Because he was with me when I was shot at the first time…Yes, there was more than one time I was shot at. And there wouldn't have been a second time if that bitch Lori didn't lock me out of your house…Oh please! They act as if it's their house. They treat me like I'm the renter. Like I have no right to be there…They won't even give me their precious wireless password."
My cell volume is high enough that I'm able to pick up some of Connor's end of the conversation. He's furious and sounds more like a father than Grace's brother. I begin to feel uncomfortable as I listen to them. I grab the TV remote and turn on the TV. The channel turns on to CNN.
"I know, Connor. I should have said something sooner, but I didn't want to sound ungrateful…And you're going to ask them to leave?…Yes, thank you."
The newscaster has the grim expression and suit of a man attending a funeral—the only discrepancy being that his tie is bright orange.
"This make three murders and one attempted murder in the usually peaceful town of Murray," the newscaster says. "Grace Ellery, originally from Ohio, is not a stranger to violence. She had been attacked by one of her prior students back in 2012. The student, Francis Tate, attacked her with a knife, stabbing her several times before leaving when he heard her mother, Louise Ellery, arriving at the house. Tate is currently in Southeastern Correctional Institute."
Grace grabs the remote control from me and turns off the TV.
"You were attacked?" I turn to her "Why didn't you bring that up to the police or the FBI?"
"Connor, let me call you back…Yes, either from this number or from the hotel…I have to go." Grace ends the call and hands me the cell, all the while ignoring my gaze. "Because it's none of their business."
"It could help the case."
"You heard the news!" she snaps. "Tate is in prison! It has nothing to do with him."
"He could have accomplices."
"He wasn't some mastermind psychopath. He was a kid. I met him when he was sixteen years old at an at-risk youth education center. He was a good student and a gifted writer. I could see from his writing that he was troubled…but I thought he had dealt with any aggression he felt through his writing. While he was in college, he sent me an e-mail. In the e-mail he said he had found my e-mail address on the internet…and said he credited a fair bit of his own success to my efforts. I was so…thrilled to read his message and know that I had made an impact. I sent him a message, thanking him for his gratitude and I wished him well. I didn't say anything else. I didn't initiate further conversation or tell him where I was living. At the trial, I found out he sent multiple e-mails after I had left the school. Anyway, somehow he learned that I was living at my family's farmhouse. I was shocked to see him, but I invited him in because I didn't want to be rude. We had a friendly conversation about what was going on in our current lives, but when he started to become…overly friendly…I told him I wasn't interested and he became hostile. He wasn't even the one who grabbed the knife. I did. He just…managed to get it out of my hand and…that's when he attacked me. The only reason I'm still alive is because my mother came home."
"And now he's in prison."
"Now he's in prison," she repeats. "He was caught three days later, hiding out at one of his friends' houses. He's serving a ten-year sentence. I never went back to interventional education. I
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