newspaper still in his hands. Heâs coming to see whatâs going on. At first he has a kind of puzzled, half-there expression on his face. My dad is an architect. When heâs working on a new project, you always get the feeling that heâs somewhere else, deep inside his head, seeing things that donât exist because he hasnât created them yet. But when he sees the two men in suits at the door, suddenly heâs right there. He looks at me. Heâs probably thinking the same thing I am.
âWhatâs going on?â he says.
My mother glances over her shoulder at him. âItâs something about Danny,â she says.
The shorter man has pulled something out of his pocket. Itâs his identification. I knew it. Heâs a cop.
Chapter Two
At first my mother doesnât seem to understand. Why are there cops at our house? Why are they talking about Danny?
âWhere is he?â she says. âIs he all right?â
The taller cop looks down at his partner. I have this weird feeling that they tossed a coin before they rang our doorbellâthe loser gets to tell the family.
âWas he in an accident?â my mother says.
I glance at my father. His face is somber. He is bracing himself for bad news.
âIâm sorry to have to tell you this, Mrs. Carter,â the shorter cop says, âbut heâs been shot.â
âShot?â My mother looks stunned. She shakes her head. Then, just for a second, I see the hint of a smile on her face, like she thinks this must be a joke. âNo,â she says. âThatâs not possible.â She sounds so positive. âYouâve made a mistake.â
âYour son is Daniel Christopher Carter,â the shorter cop says.
âYes,â my mother says, confused and alarmed. I can see it in her eyes. âYes, thatâs my son. Heâs been
shot
?â Itâs like she canât believe it. âIs he all right?â
âIâm sorry,â the shorter cop says. âHeâs dead.â
My mother stares at the cop. My father touches her elbow. He tries to pull her gently back into the house, but she wonât move.
âNo,â she says. âNo.â
My father finally manages to ease her inside. When the two cops come into the house, I see one of our neighbors standing on the sidewalk, looking up at me. Another neighbor goes up to him and says something. The first neighbor shakes his head. They both look at our house. I close the door.
My father is asking the two cops to wait, please just wait a minute, he wants to attend to his wife. He takes her into the living room and makes her sit down on the couch. He gives her some tissues. He tells her heâll be right back. He tells me to go and sit with my mother. When I hesitateâ I want to know what happenedâhe tells me, âGo, Meggie.â As I start to go to my mother, I hear my father say to the cops, âPlease, there are some things my wife doesnât know.â
In fact, there are a lot of things she doesnât know.
My mother stops crying when I come into the room. She sees my father talkingin a low voice to the two cops out in the front hall. She stands up. She says, âWhatâs going on, Paul?â
âIâm just having a word with these two detectives,â my father says.
âI want to know what happened,â my mother says. âI want to know what happened to Danny.â
The shorter cop looks at my father for a moment. Then he comes into the living room. He introduces himself as Detective Rossetti, homicide. His partner, the big cop who looks like a wrestler, is Detective French. Detective Rossetti asks my mother if she minds if he sits down. My mother says she doesnât mind. She sits too.
Detective Rossetti says, âDanny was in a bar early this morning.â It turns out he means three oâclock in the morning. âA couple of men came in and had words with him. One