reassuring. Like he was here to take care of everything—a quality that was very appealing to her at the moment.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I’m a little shaken up,” she admitted.
“Were you on the field when all this went down?”
“No,” she said, finally slipping her hand from his. “As it happened, I was in Mr. Garnett’s office, having a conversation with him about Dennis. He spent the morning drawing this.”
She angled herself so Dennis couldn’t see the notebook she had been clutching. She opened it to the page of violent drawings.
Detective Leone frowned darkly as he studied the picture. “He drew these today?”
“This morning,” she said. “He’s been agitated all day. He’s one of the children who found the body.”
“Deputy Farman’s son.”
“Yes. I suppose you know him.”
Leone hummed an acknowledgment, but his focus was entirely on the drawing.
“How old is this boy?”
“Eleven. He was held back in the third grade.”
“Has he said anything about where or how he got the finger?”
“No. He hasn’t spoken at all since Mr. Alvarez brought him in from gym class.”
“This is very disturbing,” he said softly. Finally he raised his eyes from the drawing to her face. “And it was a young lady he attacked initially this afternoon?”
“Yes. Wendy Morgan. Then Tommy Crane.”
“Has he demonstrated violence against girls before?”
“No more than the average fifth-grade boy,” she said. “At least not that I’ve been aware of. But he had quite an outburst with me this morning.”
She told him about what had happened in her classroom and what had gone on the evening before when she had stopped at the Farman home.
“I’m afraid he might be blaming me for getting him in trouble,” she said. “His parents weren’t aware he had skipped school. I think he might have gotten a spanking for it. He wouldn’t sit down all morning.”
“Could I have a photocopy of this page, Miss Navarre?” Leone asked. “A couple of them, please?”
“Yes, of course.”
“The other children who found the body are in your class as well?”
“Yes. This has been a very challenging week.”
“I’d like to sit down and talk with you about the kids,” he said. “Are you free this evening?”
“Um . . . uh . . . Yes, sure,” she said, instantly thinking that Franny would kill her. Thursday was their standing date for Chinese.
“Good. Dinner at seven? Piazza Fontana?”
“Are you asking me on a date, Detective?” she asked, a little shocked at his audacity . . . and a little something else.
“That would be improper of me,” he said.
But he didn’t say no.
“I’ve been away,” he said. “Just got back last night. I’d like to get a clearer picture of what happened Tuesday. Your insights would be appreciated. Your pleasant company would be a bonus,” he added.
Mendez joined them then, and Leone had her show Dennis’s drawing to him.
“Jesus Christ,” Mendez said, then caught himself. “Sorry, ma’am.”
“Has the school notified the boy’s parents about this?” Leone asked.
“Deputy Farman is on his way,” she said, wishing the principal had called Dennis’s mother instead.
Mendez spoke to Leone. “I say we ask the kid about the finger before Frank gets here. If we aren’t going to charge him with anything, we don’t need a parent present to ask him questions.”
Vince shrugged. “Your call. The Cranes might want to press assault charges.”
“I’ll only ask him about the finger.”
He started toward the table then turned back in an afterthought. “Thank you, Miss Navarre. You’ve been very helpful.”
“I’m staying,” Anne said firmly.
“I’m sorry?”
“I’m staying while you talk to Dennis,” Anne said. “He’s my responsibility as long as he’s in this building.”
Mendez shrugged. “That’s fine.”
She grabbed hold of the sleeve of his sport coat as he started to turn away again. He swung back around and looked at her.
“And I don’t want you asking him about the drawings,” she said, keeping her tone low. “He doesn’t know I have the notebook. I don’t want him to know I betrayed his trust. I want to be able to help him—if I can.”
They went to the table together then and sat down to interview Dennis Farman. But Dennis had nothing to say. Not one word. He wouldn’t tell them how the finger came to be in his possession. He wouldn’t talk at all, and no amount of threats or cajoling could change his mind. He sat mute, staring down at the tabletop with God knew what churning around in his head.
Hicks headed back to the office to see if anything had come in on his background checks of the staff at the Thomas Center. Vince and Mendez walked out of the school and stood on the sidewalk waiting for Frank Farman to show up. The other kids were long gone before they had even made it to the scene—Tommy Crane picked up by his father and taken to the ER, Wendy Morgan picked up by her father also.
“Those are some violent fantasies that kid has running around in his head,” Vince said, offering Mendez a stick of Doublemint gum. “He’s got some deep-seated anger. Why is that? Kids don’t come out of the chute like that. It’s learned behavior. Who did he learn it from?”
“Frank’s wound a little too tight,” Mendez said. “But I don’t see him drawing pictures of women with knives stuck in their breasts.”
“That boy is a perfect candidate to go all wrong and end up really hurting someone. You’ll have to keep your eye on him for years to come.”
“Great. I hope the Cranes press charges. We can pack him off to a juvenile facility.”
“And he’ll be all straightened out when he comes out of there,” Vince said sarcastically.
They just stood there for a minute, taking in the momentary quiet, each turning their thoughts over in their heads.
“The teacher’s cute,” Vince said at last.
“Yeah.”
“She’s got spunk, sticking up for her kids. I like that,” he said. He looked at Mendez out the corner of his eye. “Have you asked her out?”
Mendez startled at the question. “What? No! I’m in the middle of a case.”
Vince shrugged. “A guy’s gotta eat.”
“I just met her yesterday.”
“So? I just met her an hour ago.”
Mendez stared at him. “You asked her out? She’s young enough to be your daughter!”
“Yeah,” he said, grinning. “But she isn’t.”
“I can’t believe you asked her out! In the middle of all of that, you asked her out.”
“We’re meeting for dinner. To talk about the kids,” he added.
“She doesn’t know it’s a date.”
“She knows she’s having dinner with a charming gentleman at a very nice Italian restaurant.”
“I can’t believe you asked her out,” Mendez said. “She’s part of the investigation.”
“She’s not a vic. She’s not a witness. And she’s not the perp,” Vince pointed out. “There’s no conflict of
