Jaded (Jaded #1)(81)

Bryce and Corrigan both tensed and shifted closer on either side of me.

“Back off,” Sheila rasped sharply. “We’re not accusing her of anything.”

They stayed put.

I asked, my eyes flat, “Where was she found?”

Sheila hesitated and Officer Milon barked the answer, “She was found in the girls’ locker room. That’s what the report said, but we haven’t gone inside yet.”

“Who found her?”

“Another student. He came early to clean this morning.”

“Who?” Corrigan frowned.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Officer Milon’s claws had been sharpened. He’d come to fight and he was thrilled to watch as Corrigan riled at his bait. “I know who you are, kid. You’ve been arrested for car theft, assault, vandalism. You’re a nice tight little delinquent that’s going to end up in prison one of these times.”

Corrigan nearly growled, but he restrained himself, just barely.

“Hank,” Sheila said sharply. “Let’s go.”

“I’m telling you, Sheila. It’s this guy.” Officer Milon stared at Corrigan, salivating. “What I would do to take you down right here and now.”

Corrigan controlled himself and asked tightly, “Who’s the kid that found her?”

“No,” Sheila bit out. “That’s official police matter. You won’t be getting the name to shake him down. He’s in police protection now.”

The morning crowd had started to draw closer and multiply. More and more students, unable to enter school from the other entrances, all wandered and were attracted to the growing throng of gawkers. Just then, Principal Gregory pushed through the crowd and found our little group that had been moved off to the side.

“Officers,” Principal Gregory nodded, grave. “Let’s have our meeting.”

Sheila clipped out a brisk nod, found my eyes once, and left with a final glare from her partner to Corrigan. They disappeared inside the doors that were now been marked off with yellow tape.

Corrigan snarled, “What I wouldn’t do to…I want to know who found her. We should find out if there was another note for Sheldon.”

Chet, Holster, and Harris all gestured for us as they stood in their group near the back of the lawn. We moved farther around the corner and I saw Braven, Carlos, Becky Lew, Mandy Justice, and anyone else who might’ve been deemed ‘popular’ crowded together in a tight pact.

In that moment, I saw that two social classes had separated. Our crowd stood around the corner. And the other crowd, the Grace Bartons, the Teddys, and the Menas now stood in the other large crowd. They congregated in the parking lot, just beyond the barricaded doors.

The gap had widened between the two groups and as we crossed it, I felt a chill down my back. It took hold and wrapped its slimy, wet, and frozen hand around my spine.

Chet gestured to the farthest corner of the school’s campus. A side door that led into the school’s theater opened. Two uniformed police officers walked outside and Marcus Donadeli walked behind with another two uniforms bringing up the rear. They approached a police cruiser as one opened the backdoor and held a hand to Marcus’ head.

He ducked inside and a uniform slid in beside him. The door was closed and two uniforms sat in the front while the last cop went to get into another police cruiser. Both cars pulled away from the curb and drove around the corner.

Evan remarked, somber, “It’s all over school. Some chick got her number last night.”

Corrigan was still watching Donadeli when he mused, “Wanna bet that’s the kid that found her?”

Bryce frowned.

I stayed quiet.

“What are you talking about?” Holster asked just as Tatum approached the group.

“They said that a kid found her this morning. Some kid who cleaned here.”

“Yeah, that’d make sense. That’s the Donadeli kid, right? Doesn’t he have, like, eight jobs or something?”

Corrigan lit up and exclaimed, “Sheldon, you can get the info from him. The kid’s in love with you.”

I shook my head, numb, and took an instinctual step backwards. “I don’t want to have anything to do with it.”

I moved back again and walked into Bryce. He slid an arm around my waist and anchored me to him.

Corrigan nodded as he searched my face. And he dropped it, just like that.

Becky broke the slight silence and murmured, “I think school’s out for the week.”

Carlos nodded and remarked, “They’ll probably do a community curfew.”

“Two students murdered and the last one was found in the school,” Mandy noted.

“I think they have good reason.”

Chantal sidled next to Bryce and slid a finger down his arm.

Bryce’s arm tightened around me and he shifted, just slightly, so that Chantal needed to step back unless she wanted to be in my face instead. It was subtle, but it spoke volumes. Chantal registered the movement and masked her irritation quickly, but everyone else seemed to be oblivious.

Another lull settled over our group when I looked up and realized that their eyes were on us, on Bryce, myself, and Corrigan.

In that moment, I remembered with a chill what the second note had read.

Queen of Geneva disregarded her lowly subjects. To the grave they went and more to come.