Free Gun Games by Faye Kellerman

started filming, did he start distancing himself from you and your group? Did he start hanging with different friends?”
    “Not that I could tell. I mean he didn’t start hanging with the bohemians.”
    “Who are the bohemians?”
    “Ah, you know the type—artsy-fartsy, weird dress, and soooooo intellectual. They give you this crap about how formal education is worthless and the real education is on the streets. Which means they’re stupid. I mean, give me an effing break! Anyone who goes to B and W is a spoiled brat. I mean all those so-called tough guys wouldn’t last a day on the streets.”
    “Who are the tough guys?” When Joey waved him off, Decker said, “Did you ask Greg why he started videotaping?”
    “He said it was fun . . . that it took the tedium out of high school.” Joey didn’t speak for a moment. “I don’t know why, but I got the feeling that maybe the hobby had to do with a girl.”
    “Did you ask Greg about it?”
    “I did. He denied it, said if he had a girlfriend I’d be the first to know so he could lord it over me.”
    “Girls can lead you in all sorts of directions,” Decker said. “Is your theory a guess or are you thinking of someone specific?”
    “I’ve gone through the roster of possibilities in my head. I can’t come up with anyone.”
    “What about your sister?” Decker said.
    “My sister?” He made a face. “You mean Tina?”
    “His mother once picked him up from your house. She said there were girls there and when she asked Gregory about it, he said they were friends of your sister.”
    “Tina’s like a kid.” When Decker didn’t say anything, Joey said, “Nah . . . impossible. And even if they did flirt—which I never saw—she certainly wouldn’t be the reason why Greg did what he did. She couldn’t possibly inspire that much passion.”
    “What about her friends?”
    “I can’t see it.” Joey shook his head. “If you want me to ask her, I will.”
    Decker thought a moment. He really didn’t have any good reason to start questioning a bunch of thirteen-year-old girls. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.” He focused in on Joey’s eyes. “So again, what do you think is the reason behind the suicide?”
    “I dunno, Lieutenant, and that’s a fact.”
    “Do you think Greg could have gotten into drugs?”
    “I don’t think so.”
    “Did you guys light up together?”
    Joey turned bright red. “Occasionally on weekends, and nothing heavy. Maybe a joint between, like, four of us.”
    Decker nodded. “Could Greg have gotten in deeper?”
    “Greg never acted like he was out of control with anything.” He regarded Decker’s face. “Don’t you test the blood for drugs in an autopsy?”
    “Absolutely, but it takes a couple of weeks. Let’s go back to Greg and the possibility of a girl. I’m curious as to why you’d throw that out as a possibility.”
    His eyes were doing a dance. “He smelled better.” A sip of water. “You know how it is when it gets a little chilly and the heat’s cranked up. A bunch of dudes get together and eat and hang out and sometimes . . .” He turned red again. “You know you watch some stuff that you can’t watch when your parents are around. It gets a little rank.”
    “I get it,” Decker told him.
    “Greg had always carried some extra pounds. He sweated a lot. The past month or so, I think he started showering more often.” He averted his eyes. “And when a dude starts showering that often, it means to me that there’s some girl involved. Plus . . .” A long pause. “How do I say this without sounding like a perv? We watched stuff. I think Greg finally discovered he had a dick, if you know what I’m saying.”
    “Understood. Was Greg addicted to porno?”
    “We’re all addicted to porno. We’re teenaged boys.”
    Decker thought a moment. “Could he have been filming material that he shouldn’t have been filming? Maybe secretly filming the girls’ gym lockers?”
    Joey gave him