long enough to hear my introductory remarks, then left when Peters and I started our routine questioning process.
It took all afternoon to work our way through the group, one at a time. It was a case of patient prodding. The kids were understandably hesitant to talk to us. Candace Wynn, the guidance counselor, hovered anxiously on the sidelines.
Peters was a lot more understanding about that than I was. I had no patience with what I viewed as a direct impediment to our conducting a thorough investigation. As a consequence, we split the room by sex. I talked to the boys, the team members, and Peters dealt with the girls, the cheerleadersâhelpless chicks to Mrs. Wynnâs clucking mother hen. At least it kept her out of my hair.
Surprisingly, in spite of all that, we did get a few answers fairly early on. One of the first team members I interviewed was a gangly kid named Bob Payson, captain of the basketball team. I asked him if he had noticed anything unusual about Darwin Ridleyâs behavior the night of the game.
Payson didnât hesitate for a moment. âIt was like he was real worried or upset or something.â
âHe was preoccupied?â I asked.
Payson nodded.
âBefore the game? After it? During?â
âThe whole time,â Payson answered. âHe was waiting at the gate when the team bus got there.â
âThe gate?â
âTo Seattle Center. The team buses all stop at that gate there on Republican.â
âAcross from Baileyâs Foods?â
Payson nodded. âThatâs right.â
âHe didnât ride on the bus with the team?â
âThat was weird, too. Always before he rode the bus, but not this time.â
My ears pricked up at that. Something out of the ordinary. Something different in the victimâs way of doing things the night of the murder. Most human beings are creatures of habit. They donât like change, they actively resist it wherever possible. A change in Darwin Ridleyâs behavior the night he died might well be connected to his murder.
âSo he didnât ride the bus, and he seemed worried when you saw him?â
âYeah. He was looking up and down the street like he was waiting for someone. He told us to go on in and suit up, that heâd be inside in a minute.â
âWas he?â
âNo. He didnât come in for a long time. In fact, he got to the dressing room just before we had to go out and warm up. He didnât even have time to give us our pep talk.â
âThat was unusual?â
âYouâd better believe it.â
âHe was a good coach?â
âThe best.â
âSo what happened during the game?â
âWe were leading by two points at halftime. He talked to us then, told us we were doing great.â Payson paused.
âAnd then?â I prompted.
He frowned. âJust before time to go back on court, someone came to the door and talked to him.â
âDid you see who it was?â
âNo. They knocked. He opened the door and talked through the crack to whoever it was. After they left, he went over and sat down on one of the benches. He told us to go on, that heâd be out in a minute. He looked real upset.â
âThere wasnât anyone in the hallway when you went out?â
âNo. At least I didnât see anybody.â
âAnd did he come right out?â
âI donât know exactly when, but it was after the half started.â
âThat was unusual?â
âI told you. Coach Ridley was a good coach. He never missed part of a game before that, as far as I know.â
âWhat about after the game?â
âWe were pissed.â
âWhy?â
âThe ref made a bad call in the last two seconds. They won by two points. On free throws.â
Payson was suddenly quiet. He sat there fingering the intertwined M and I emblazoned in white felt on his maroon lettermanâs jacket. He seemed close
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