I stopped reading for a moment and grinned at my parents.
“It says his lawyer is Thomas Fox. He is so screwed,” I said and then returned to my reading.
Thomas Fox was the lawyer Pam’s dad had used. That could only mean that Don Rigby and Brandon’s dad must be calling the shots behind the scenes. They didn’t want to get their hands dirty.
“Does Tami know?” I asked Mom.
“She and Alan were contacted by Detective Kitchens yesterday. They will both be giving statements today. The Cambridge police are sending someone to talk to them.”
I read the election results, and the governor and Senator Dixon had won easily, while Bev Mass had lost in a close one. After breakfast, on the ride to school, I called Tami.
“How are you doing?” I asked.
“It became real yesterday. I’m coming home to talk to a detective and give him my statement today.”
“Do you want to talk?” I asked.
“Maybe. Let me see how today goes. If I need to, I’ll send you a text,” Tami assured me.
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Today was the big test for Alan’s lunch-buddy app. He’d set me up to be a host, and I’d taken care of that first thing this morning. As I walked to lunch, I checked to see if anyone had signed up. I smiled when I saw it was the regular crowd.
Alan was quite good at this stuff. I would never have guessed a high school kid had put this together. It was plain to see that he’d actually listened to Stacy Clute because it, in fact, looked sharp. When you opened the app, our Lincoln High bulldog logo came up. Alan had figured out how to have students sign up via social media or do it manually. He used social media so he could steal their picture.