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I can get into a major college, but I’ll need financial aid. Which I can get. Now as for the two boys, Marcus and Ronnie. They were athletes, and devoted their time toward practicing and increasing their skills. All they had to do was pass their courses here—not hard to do—and they would get scholarships to some kind of college. Preferably one in a warm climate. You’ve heard about them. If you’re a good athlete, particularly football or basketball, you hardly have to go to class. That’s not what you’re there for.”
    â€œHow good were they?”
    â€œYou would have had to ask Coach Hardin.”
    An idea popped into my head. I don’t know why. My dad says sometimes he thinks of his best questions in the middle of interviews. “Why would Cale have shot him ?”
    â€œSupposedly the coach heard the shots and came to help.”
    â€œThat’s what Junior told me. But how would anybody know?”
    â€œWhat do you mean?”
    â€œWell, nobody survived, did they?”
    She gave me a look again. I wondered if she was having second thoughts about making me managing editor. “You think the story they printed in the newspapers wasn’t true?”
    â€œI’m just saying.” I didn’t want to tell her that my dad says only about half of what you read in the newspapers is really the true story. “Do you believe it?” I asked her.
    â€œWhy would I not?”
    â€œBecause there were no witnesses.”
    â€œI wouldn’t look into it too hard if I were you,” she said. “People would rather forget about it.”
    I didn’t think that was much of an attitude for a journalist. “Are you going to forget about it?”
    â€œI’m going on with my life, just the way everybody else is. Next year I’ll be in college. I won’t tell anybody where I went to high school. Because then all they’ll associate me with is…” She waved her hands. I knew: a school shooting.
    I couldn’t let it go. “What about the librarian? Cale have anything to do with her?”
    â€œEverybody has been in the library at one time or another,” she said.
    â€œDid anybody know what kinds of books Cale checked out?”
    â€œNothing on bombs or guns, I’m sure. The library wouldn’t have them.”
    I wrote myself a reminder in my notebook to check with the new librarian.
    â€œSo all I need to know about Marcus and Ronnie is that they were good athletes?” I asked.
    â€œSure. Around here that’s enough to make you popular. And it’s not like it wasn’t true. Just write an article where you say good things about the people who died.”
    â€œExcept for Cale.”
    â€œI would leave him out of it, if I were you.”
    I shrugged. “When do you need this article?”
    â€œTomorrow. We’re trying to bring out the memorial issue next Monday, when classes start.”
    â€œThat’s a pretty short deadline.”
    â€œYou don’t have any homework. What else have you got to do?”
    I stopped myself from saying, Other things besides working for you . Instead I just nodded.
    â€œNeed a ride home?” she asked.
    I did, actually, but there were a couple of things I wanted to do first, so I told her I’d hang around school for a while. She shrugged and went off. I went in the other direction, toward my locker.
    Yeah, all right, it had been searched, emptied, and scrubbed, but still…I kept hoping that somebody had missed something.
    As I twirled the dial on the built-in combination lock, I felt my fingers tingle. Couldn’t help it, now that I knew who had opened that locker before me.
    OK, so there were my books, just as I placed them earlier. I took them out and set them on the floor, along with some blank notebooks I had bought.
    Empty locker. A shelf that had a metal lip. I felt underneath it. Clever, right?
    Found nothing. Except some rough