Neither Todd nor Noah was big enough to have been the person on the video. It could have been one of their friends, however, either Bryan Stout or Nic Chambers.
âWhatâs your fatherâs name, Todd?â Rhodes asked.
Todd was sunk back in the rear seat, his voice so weak that Rhodes could barely hear him.
âRoss,â Todd said. âRoss Rankin.â
Rhodes knew who Ross was. He had an air-conditioning business that was quite successful. It was hard not to make money with an air-conditioning business in Texas.
âWhat about Noahâs father?â Rhodes asked.
âHeâs just Mr. Newsome. I donât know his name. Heâs a bookkeeper or something like that at the hospital. Are you going to call my parents?â
âHave to,â Rhodes said. âItâs the law.â
âDamn,â Todd said.
âNo bad language,â Rhodes told him.
Todd didnât respond.
âWhat about your friends? Bryan and Nic.â
âTheyâre not my friends. Theyâre Noahâs friends. I barely know them.â Todd paused. âIt was all their idea. Noah and I just went along with them. Itâs not fair that they got away.â
Rhodes figured this was just a bit of passing the blame, which was only to be expected. Everybody did it.
âThey got away from you,â Todd said. âItâs not fair.â
Rhodes didnât feel like getting into a discussion about the fairness of life. He was more interested in transportation.
âDid they have a car?â he asked.
âYeah. We parked it around the curve past the Lansensâ house. We came in through the woods.â
So theyâd gotten back to the car. Theyâd be home by now, hoping that Todd and Noah wouldnât give them away but knowing better.
âThey didnât get away,â Rhodes said. âWeâll round them up. Are they older than you?â
âYeah. Theyâre both sixteen.â
More juveniles. Rhodes didnât think any of them would have been capable of stealing a welding rig, much less disposing of it.
âWhat else have they talked you into?â he asked.
âNothing,â Todd said.
Rhodes didnât believe him. âSeems like youâre familiar with drugs.â
âThat was Noah who sniffed the ashes, not me. I donât know anything about drugs.â
âRight. And youâre not a thief, either.â
âIâm not. I never did anything like this before, and neither did Noah. We should never have listened to Bryan. Heâs really the one who got us into it. He said it would be easy and we could get some money.â
âTo buy drugs with?â
Todd didnât say anything for a while, so Rhodes just waited.
âMarijuanaâs not a drug,â Todd said after a while. âItâs like a medicine.â
âYour state legislature wouldnât agree.â
âTheyâre old. They donât know anything.â
Todd and Noah hadnât had any drugs on them, so Rhodes didnât think they were too experienced with marijuana. They certainly werenât experienced with meth or cocaine. Or ashes.
At the jail Rhodes took Todd and Noah to the room that served as the juvenile processing center, which was just like the other two interview rooms. It held an old wooden table that had a scarred top and a couple of folding chairs. The walls were painted a bilious green and had gray and brown stains of undetermined origin on them. It wasnât a pleasant place, but then it wasnât supposed to be.
Rhodes got the name of the parents of Bryan and Nic, and Andy stayed with the boys while Rhodes called the parents of all four of them and told the parents of Nic and Bryan to bring in their sons.
It took more than an hour to get everything sorted out. The parents were unhappy; the boys were even more unhappy. Rhodes wasnât exactly Mr. Jolly himself. The parents raised their voices, made
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