sometimes run pretty high at that age,â he said.
Phyllis couldnât argue with that statement. She had taught at the junior-high level, where hormones first started really affecting students, and she had seen how much havoc those runaway emotions could wreak. In her more cynical moments, she had believed there might be some basis in fact to the theory that all seventh â and eighth-graders were clinically insane.
Still, she thought it made more sense to start with Clay Loomis, and she said as much.
DâAngelo nodded and said, âI agree. Look into his background and see if thereâs anything that would make somebody want to shoot him. If thereâs not, we can always move on to the other people who were right around there.â
There didnât seem to be anything left to say. Phyllis was glad theyâd had this meeting. She knew it had been difficult, especially for Allyson, but now she had a better picture of what had happened before the parade.
She also had a hunch that by now the police would have been out to Barney McCroryâs ranch to talk to those two men who had overheard the argument the day before.
That and the fact that Nate doesnât have an alibi are enough to make the police consider him the primary suspect, she thought.
She was afraid it was only a matter of time before Nate was arrested.
As they all stood up to leave, DâAngelo said, âPhyllis, Sam, if you guys could wait a minute so we can talk some more . . .â
âOf course,â Phyllis said.
DâAngelo shook hands with Nate and said, âWeâll be in touch. In the meantime, go on about your business and keep your head down, kid. And if any cops show up to talk to you, donât say a word. Even if they take you in, donât say anything except that you want to talk to me. As long as you stick to your guns, they canât do a blasted thing about it.â
âAll right.â Nate sighed. âItâs hard, though. I was raised to respect and cooperate with the police.â
âYeah, thatâs fine . . . except when itâs your head on the line.â
Both Nate and Allyson looked worried as they left the conference room. Once the door was closed, DâAngelo waved Phyllis and Sam back into their seats.
âWhat do you think?â he asked them. âAny chance the kid did it?â
âNot a chance in the world,â Sam answered without hesitation. âHe idolized Barney McCrory, over and above Barney beinâ his father-in-law.â
âDidnât sound much like it, from the description of that argument.â
âShoot, everybody gets hot under the collar now and then, even with folks they love and respect. It doesnât mean youâre ready to go and shoot somebody.â
âWhat do you think, Phyllis?â
She took her time about answering, then said, âI never knew any of these people until yesterday, so maybe Iâm a little more objective about the situation than Sam is.â
âWait a minute,â Sam objected. âAre you sayinâ you think Nate is guilty?â
âNot at all. You didnât let me finish. Iâm saying that even looking at it objectively, I donât think Nate shot Mr. McCrory. Yes, he might have motive, but I donât think itâs strong enough. And he seems genuinely upset about his father-in-lawâs death. He seems like a young man whoâs lost a loved one.â
âI hope youâre both right,â DâAngelo said.
Phyllisâs eyes narrowed. She said, âYou sound like you have some doubts.â
The lawyer grimaced. He reached inside his coat and took out a folded piece of paper.
âI didnât want to bring this up, especially in front of Allyson,â he said. âI got to thinking about something and looked into it a little while ago. Iâve got a buddy in the ATF who does me a favor now and then. I asked him to check
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