Henry brought it up first. âNothing. Just, umâ¦so whatâs that book all about?â
âOh,â he said, seeming pleased by the turn of the conversation. âItâs amazing. Itâs about this detective, Steve Carella, and heâs trying to catch this guy whoâs killing all of these cops, and it gets really into all of the methods and techniques that cops would really use to catch the guy, like in the real world, or like in those really real TV shows, and itâsââ
âHold on a second,â I said. âDo you read a lot of these things?â
âBooks?â
âWell, detective novelsâ¦â
âOh, yes. Absolutely. Iâve read all of the Sherlock Holmes adventures and Philip Marlow and Sam Spade and Mike Hammer andââ
âOkay, okay. I get it. So, Iâve got a question for you. About, you know, detective stuff.â
Henryâs eyes opened wide. âReally?â he said. Then very seriously: âShoot.â
âIf you think that someone may have committed a crimeâsay, murderâbut youâre not really sure, and you totally have no proof, how would you go about investigating it? Like, what would you actually do?â
âWell,â he replied, dramatically stroking his chin, âthat depends upon the circumstances of the murder in question.â
âWhat about if you donât really know the circumstances?â
Henry leaned in close, gave a look around to make sure no one was near us, and whispered, âHow did the victimâ¦meet his demise?â
âA fall,â I said. âOff a cliff.â
And with those five words, the fun part of the game was over for Henry. âOh,â he said, staring down at his tater tots.
âLook,â I said. âJust humor me. Itâs good for me to talk about things like this. Itâs, you know, processing things.â
Henry let his eyes meet mine, but only for a second. âOkay, I guess. If itâs just talking.â
âJust talking.â
âWell,â he began, âI guess the first thing youâd want to do is investigate the crime scene.â
Right. I hadnât even been to the ravine yet. âYeah, yeahâ¦Crime scene.â
âPoke around, look for clues.â
âOkay.â
âAnd try to construct a narrative of what happened.â
Of course. I had a hundred different stories floating around in my brain about how things might have gone down; what I needed was to come up with one plausible story. And who knows? Maybe it would just prove that the whole thing had been an accident, and I could leave it alone. âGreat,â I said. âSo letâs go right after school, okay? To investigate?â
Now Henry really looked scared. âWait, you said we were just talking!â
âYeah, just talkingâ¦and a little looking around.â
âOh, I donât know.â
I reached over, put my hand on his shoulder. âItâll really help me process this whole thing.â
âIâll miss my bus, though. And my parentsâ¦â
âWeâll take the late bus, for the kids that play sports. Itâll be fine.â
âBut shouldnât we just let the policeââ
âListen Henry, I wasnât going to tell you this, but Alistair said something really suspicious to me when we saw him earlier.â
âSuspicious how?â
So I told Henry what Alistair had said to me, and then I filled him in on my whole theory about how things might have gone down after we left. He looked a bit uncomfortable about it all at first, but as I went on he clearly became more and more animated, more involved and more curious, as if allowing himself to sink into one of his novels.
Finally, he cut me off in the middle of one of my theories. âWell the crime scene itself is bound to be a disaster by now. Lots of cops and EMTs and everyone will have trampled through it,
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations