“What about while you’re in class and the halls are empty?”
Theo thought some more. “The halls are rarely empty. During class there’s usually someone going somewhere-a student with a hall pass, a janitor, a teacher’s assistant.”
“What about security cameras in the halls?” Mr. Boone asked.
“They took them down a few weeks ago to install a new system.”
Mrs. Boone said, “Sounds to me like it would be too risky for an adult to open a student’s locker.”
“I agree,” Theo said. “But every crime has some risk, right?”
“Sure, but isn’t the risk much greater for someone who does not normally use a locker?”
“Yes,” Mr. Boone said with certainty. “And even riskier for someone from outside the school. I say we eliminate that person. Can we agree that this is an inside job, someone from inside the school?”
Theo shrugged but did not disagree, nor did his mother.
Mr. Boone continued, “Someone who knows how to open the locker. Someone who could steal the code. And, someone with easy access to the bike racks where it takes about two seconds to poke a hole in a tire. Someone who knows Theo’s bike, knows where he parks it. Someone who knows his schedule and movements. Someone who knows Theo well and can watch him without getting caught.”
“Another student?” Theo asked.
“Exactly.”
Mrs. Boone was skeptical. “I find it hard to believe that a thirteen-year-old could break into the computer store, avoid the security cameras, and make a clean getaway.”
“That’s more believable than a janitor or a teacher’s assistant,” Mr. Boone replied.
There was a long pause as the three detectives took a deep breath and considered this. Theo spoke first. “He had a partner, right? Remember the anonymous call from the pay phone near the hospital. Plus, it would take at least two people to haul away all the stolen goods from the computer store.”
“Exactly,” Mr. Boone said again. “And look at the technical know-how involved here. Someone hacked into the school’s file and got the code. Someone was clever enough to snap a photo of us this afternoon as we left the police station, and knew how to use this GashMail to distribute it without getting caught. Sounds like a kid to me.”
“I guess anyone could throw a rock through a window,” Mrs. Boone observed.
“Yes, but it does seem more of a juvenile act, doesn’t it?”
All three agreed.
Theo said, “And I guess most kids in the school, at least most of the boys, know when and where the Boy Scouts meet. It wouldn’t be difficult to sneak around the VFW and find my bike during the meeting.”
The evidence was becoming overwhelming.
“How many students are in the middle school, Theo?” Mrs. Boone asked.
“Five sections in grades five through eight. That’s about eighty for each grade, times four, so somewhere around three hundred and twenty.”
“Let’s eliminate the girls,” Mr. Boone said. “I can’t see a girl slashing tires or throwing rocks through windows.”
“I don’t know, Dad. We have some pretty rough girls in our school.”
“Humor me for now, Theo. We can talk about the girls later.”
“Okay, now we’re down to a hundred and sixty boys,” Theo said. “Where do we start?”
The trail suddenly seemed a bit cooler. Mr. and Mrs. Boone knew Theo was a popular kid who did not bully or fight or start trouble.
Mr. Boone said, “We know your friends, Theo, but that’s only a handful. We don’t know the majority of the students at school. Why don’t you make a list of possible suspects? Kids you’ve had disagreements with. Kids who may carry a grudge for something that happened recently, or a year ago.”
“What about the Debate Team?” Mrs. Boone asked. “You’ve never lost a debate. Maybe someone on the losing side got their feelings hurt.”
“Maybe one of your fellow Scouts is jealous,” added Mr. Boone.
Theo was nodding along, his mind racing and trying to imagine possible enemies. He said, “Well, I’m sure there are kids who don’t like me, but why this? It seems like they’re going overboard to settle a grudge, a grudge I know nothing about.”
“Indeed it does,” said Mrs. Boone.
“Think about it, Theo. Make a list of your top suspects, and we’ll discuss them over dinner tomorrow night.”
“I’ll try,” Theo said.
Chapter 11
Thursday morning. Theo was wide awake when his alarm rang at 7:30. There was a knot in his stomach, and he was certain he was too sick to go to school. He stared at the ceiling and waited for his illness to grow worse, to hopefully become a full-blown bout of nausea that would make him heave and vomit. His head hurt, too, and he was convinced a migraine was on its way, though he had never had one. Minutes passed, unfortunately his condition did not deteriorate.
How could he walk into school and face all the suspicion? How could he survive the jokes and snide comments and teasing? If there had ever been a perfect day to skip school, play hooky, call in sick, whatever, then it was today.
Judge moved first. He popped up from under the bed and was ready to go. Theo envied him. His day would be spent at the office, sleeping next to Elsa’s desk, roaming from one room to the next, hanging out in the kitchen looking for food, and napping in Theo’s office, waiting for him to arrive from school. No worries, no stress, no fears of someone stalking him and plotting more mischief. What a life, thought Theo. A dog’s life. It didn’t seem fair.
Theo sat on the edge of his bed, waited for a moment in hopes he would throw up, but soon admitted that he was feeling better. Judge just stared at him. There were footsteps outside his door, then a gentle knock. “Theo,” his mother said softly. “Are you awake?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Theo said in a fake scratchy voice, as if he might be taking his last breath.
She opened the door, stepped inside, and sat next to him on the bed. “Here, I brought you a cup of hot chocolate.” Theo took the cup and held it with both hands. The aroma was strong and delicious.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked. She was still in her heavy bathrobe and her favorite pink fuzzy slippers.
“Not really,” Theo said. “I had this nightmare that wouldn’t go away.”
“Tell me about it,” she said as she tussled his hair.
Theo took a sip of the hot chocolate and smacked his lips. “It was a really weird dream that made no sense at all, and it seemed to go on and on. I was running from the police, lots of police, with guns and everything. I was on my bike, getting away, leaving them behind, when they shot out both tires. So I threw the bike in a ditch and ran through the woods. They were getting closer and closer, bullets hitting trees all around me, and they had dogs, too, and the dogs were right on my heels. Someone yelled, ‘Hey, Theo, over here.’ I ran to the voice and it was Pete Duffy, in a pickup truck. So I jumped in the back of the truck and we took off, bullets still flying all around us. He was driving like a maniac, slinging me all over the back of the truck, and suddenly we were on Main Street and people were yelling, ‘Go, Theo, Go’ and stuff like that. Police cars were behind us with lights and sirens. We smashed through a roadblock and were about to get away when the cops shot out all four tires.”
Theo paused, took another sip. Judge was staring at him with only one thought-where’s breakfast?
“Did you get away?” his mom asked. She seemed to be amused by the story.
“I’m not sure. I don’t think I finished the dream. We were running through some alleys, and every time we turned a corner there were more policemen, all of them blasting away. It was like a small army was after us. There was a SWAT team, and even a helicopter overhead. Pete Duffy kept saying, ‘They’re not going to catch us, Theo. Just keep running.’ We ran through the courthouse, which was full of people, in the middle of the night, and we ran toward the river. For some reason we decided to cross the bridge. About halfway over, we saw a SWAT team on the other side, coming right at us. We stopped, looked behind, saw cops and dogs everywhere. Pete Duffy said, ‘We gotta jump, Theo.’ And I said, ‘I’m not jumping.’ So he crawled over the railing and was about to jump when he got
