sleeping.
For a moment Megan stood, staring at nothing, trying to accept the fact that Robert had confirmed.
Robert took her in his arms. âI canât believe it, Megan. She was so young, so alive.â
Megan wanted to cry, but no tears would come. She felt as if someone had punched her in the stomach and she couldnât react. She couldnât bend over, curl into a ball, be sick.
âWhy, why did Derrick do this?â Megan whispered. âIt couldnât have been because Cynthia turned him down for a date. Boys donât kill girls just because they say no to a date.â
âWhat are you talking about, Megan?â Robert pushed her away and looked at her. âDerrick didnât do this. You canât believe that idea you told me about earlier. Thatâs impossible.â
âItâs not impossible. Derrick killed Cynthia,â Megan said aloud. âHe did this. I donât know how, but he did.â Hysteria was starting to build inside Megan.
Robert surely sensed it. He pulled her toward an elevator. She let herself be led outside, and then she went to pieces in the parking lot.
âWhy wonât you listen to me, Robert? Cynthiaâs dead! Derrick killed her. I canât prove it, but he did.â
âI know youâre upset by this, Megan, but forget that crazy idea. Youâre just hysterical.â
âIâm not hysterical,â Megan screamed, giving the lie to her denial. She tried to calm down. âLast night I went to Derrickâs house. I got into his darkroom. He had a whole wall of photographsâall of them the girls who are ill. In all the photos a funny, weird light surrounded the images. There were more of Cynthia than of anyone. I took the pictures home, Robert. I burned them. Last night I burned them. This morning Cynthia was better. So were Bunny and Roxie. And I know the rest were, too; I just havenât had time to check.â
Robert kept his hold on Megan, but he was shaking his head. âMegan, of course Derrick had pictures of all those girls. Heâd taken them for the paper and the annual. Maybe heâd pinned them to the wall to study his technique. I do that all the time. You know Derrick is always trying to improve his work. He mentioned to me once that he might become a fashion photographer. This is something youâve dreamed up. Youâve imagined it because you were upset by Cynthiaâs illness.â
âI havenât imagined this, Robert.â What could she do to convince him? âThe extra camera, Robert. Derrick started carrying an extra camera. Remember when he missed two days of school? Right after that he started carrying another camera, and he used it to photograph the ceremonies at the game and the Homecoming Dance. Remember, Cynthia fainted at the dance. I saw the camera, Robert. He didnât take it to the city council meeting. He didnât use it to photograph Jolene, and sheâs fine. I checked on her again to be sure.â
âLots of photographers carry two cameras. I would if I could afford another. Cynthia was always high-strung as well as delicate. Anyone could look at her and see that. She was stressed and exhausted. Whatever she had was coming on and she didnât have the strength to fight it. Theyâre looking for a virus now, Megan. I talked to a man from the health department today. I havenât had time to tell you.â
âItâs not a virus!â Megan started to cry. She sat down on the curb beside Robertâs car, curled into a ball, and sobbed. âIf it were a virus Iâd have it and youâd have it and Gus would have it,â she said, when she could manage to speak again.
âMegan, let me take you home.â Robert tried to pull Megan to her feet.
âI canât just go home and do nothing.â
âWhat do you want to do? Letâs go across the street and get some hot tea or coffee. Go over this story again. I
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