Apparently we had been wrong-there was no other way to say it. We had considered the possibility that a fellow student was involved, but we had discounted it. There was no evidence pointing that way. No sullen outcasts among the students, no sloppy schoolboy trail of evidence to follow. Nor was there an apparent motive: no grandiose adolescent fantasies of outlaw glory, no damaged, bullied kids out for revenge, no petty classroom feud. Nothing. Now, neither of us had to say it. That vertiginous feeling was the thought: these kids knew something.
A girl sloped into the office and dropped into the chair opposite us, then, with great effort, she refused to acknowledge us.
“Sarah Groehl?” Paul said.
“Yes.”
“I’m Lieutenant Detective Paul Duffy. I’m with the state police. This here is Andrew Barber. He’s the assistant district attorney in charge of this case.”
“I know.” She looked up at me finally. “You’re Jacob Barber’s dad.”
“Yes. You’re the sweatshirt girl. From this morning.”
She smiled shyly.
“Sorry, I should have remembered you. I’m having a tough day, Sarah.”
“Yeah, why’s that?”
“Nobody wants to talk to us. Now, why is that, you have any idea?”
“You’re cops.”
“That’s it?”
“Sure.” She made a face: Duh!
I waited a moment, hoping for more. The girl returned a look of exquisite boredom.
“Are you a friend of Jacob’s?”
She looked down, considered, shrugged. “I guess so.”
“How come I haven’t heard your name?”
“Ask Jacob.”
“He doesn’t tell me anything. I have to ask you.”
“We know each other. We’re not, like, friends, Jacob and me. We just know each other.”
“How about Ben Rifkin? Did you know him?”
“Same. I knew him but I didn’t really know him.”
“Did you like him?”
“He was okay.”
“Just okay?”
“He was a good kid, I guess. Like I said, we weren’t really close.”
“Okay. So I’ll stop asking stupid questions. Why don’t you just tell us, Sarah? Anything at all that might help us, anything you think we ought to know.”
She shifted in her seat. “I don’t really know what you-I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Well, tell me about this place, this school. Start with that. Tell me something about McCormick that I don’t know. What’s it like to go to school here? What’s funny about this place? What’s strange about it?”
No response.
“Sarah, we want to help, you know, but we need some of you kids to help us.”
She shifted around in her seat.
“You owe that much to Ben, don’t you think? If he was your friend?”
“I don’t know. I don’t have anything to say, I guess. I don’t know anything.”
“Sarah, whoever did this, he’s still out there. You know that, don’t you? If you can help, then you have a responsibility. A real responsibility. Otherwise this same thing is going to happen again to some other kid. Then it would be on you. If you didn’t do everything-absolutely everything you could-to make it stop, then the next one would be on you, wouldn’t it? How would that make you feel?”
“You’re trying to guilt me. It won’t work. My mom does that too.”
“I’m not trying to guilt you. I’m just telling you the truth.”
No response.
Bang! Duffy smacked the table with his open palm. Some papers drifted with the breeze he created. “Jesus! This is bullshit, Andy. Just put a subpoena on these kids already, would you? Put ’em in the grand jury, swear ’em in, and if they don’t want to say anything, just lock ’em up for contempt. This is a waste of time. For Christ’s sake!”
The girl’s eyes dilated.
Duffy took his cell phone from a holster on his belt and looked at it, though it had not rung. “I have to make a call,” he announced. “I’ll be right back,” and out he marched.
The kid said, “Is he supposed to be the bad cop?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s not very good at it.”
“You jumped. I saw you.”
“Only ’cause he startled me. He banged the table.”
“He’s right, you know. If you kids don’t start helping us out, we’ll have to do this another way.”
“I thought we didn’t have to say anything if we didn’t want to.”
“That’s true today. Tomorrow, maybe not.”
She thought it over.
“Sarah, it’s true, what you said before. I’m a DA. But I’m also a dad, okay? So I’m not going to just let this thing go. Because I keep thinking of Ben Rifkin’s dad. I keep thinking of how he must be feeling. Can you even imagine how your mom or dad would feel if this happened to you? How devastated they’d be?”
“They’re split up. My dad’s out of the picture. I live with my mom.”
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“It’s no big deal.”
“Well, Sarah, look, you’re all our kids, you know. All you kids in Jacob’s class, even the ones I don’t know, I care about. All of us parents feel that way.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You don’t believe that?”
“No. You don’t even know me.”
“That’s true. Still, I care what happens to you just the same. I care about this school, this town. I’m not going to just let this happen. This isn’t going away. You understand that?”
“Is anyone talking to Jacob?”
“You mean my son Jacob?”
“Yeah.”
“Of course.”
“Okay.”
“Why do you say that?”
“No reason.”
“There must be a reason. What is it, Sarah?”
The girl studied her lap. “The cop who came to our class said we could tell you things anonymously?”
“That’s right. There’s a tip line.”
“How do we know you won’t try to, like, figure out who gave a tip? I mean, that’s something you’d want to know, right? Who said something?”
“Sarah, come on. What is it you want to say?”
“How do we know it will stay anonymous?”
“You just have to trust us, I guess.”
“Trust who? You?”
“Me. Detective Duffy. There’s a lot of people working on this case.”
“What if I just…” She looked up.
“Look, I’m not going to lie to you, Sarah. If you tell me something here, it’s not anonymous. My job is to catch
