Both firemen shake hands with the police officers and Mason before they leave. Mason frowns at me and grabs the walkie-talkie clipped to his hip.
“Greg, please find Xavier Washington’s dad and bring him in—over.”
A voice answers back. “Already found him. He’s on his way.”
“Thanks, Greg. Over and out.”
My neck hurts from holding my head down, but I’m not looking up. I can’t believe he said Xavier’s dad. Isn’t he my dad, too? I sit for what feels like three days before fear resurfaces in the form of a fist pounding on the door.
Bam, bam, bam!
I know Dad’s anger when I hear it. One of the officers opens the door. It’s Dad and Xavier. Dad seems surprised to see the police and even more surprised to see me sitting in the middle of everything. He turns to the officer who opened the door.
“What’s going on here?”
“That’s what we’re trying to find out. Are you the suspect’s father?”
Dad’s eyes switch to high beam. “Suspect? Yes, he’s my son. What did he do?”
Xavier locks in on me. His expression is murder. I can’t imagine what my expression looks like.
“I’m Officer Perkins.” He points at the other office. “That’s my partner, Officer Dyson. We’d like to ask your son a few questions.”
Dad nods. Officer Perkins gets started.
“What’s your name, son?”
“Lamar.”
“Lamar, you want to tell me what happened?”
I would’ve, but Dad doesn’t let me answer.
“I can tell you exactly what happened. He should have been in the gym watching his brother shoot lights out, but instead, he was, he was…I don’t know what he was doing!”
Dad’s out of control. I’ve never seen him this angry. Will he be this tough on Xavier when he finds out he blacked my eye? I doubt it. Dad keeps yelling. The more he yells, the angrier I get. I’m a volcano, and if he doesn’t stop yelling at me, I’m going to blow. And then Dad says the one thing that starts the eruption.
“I just can’t believe you pulled that alarm, Lamar! I mean, not after all of the things your brother does for you. We were just talking about how Xavier’s going to handle that business with your black eye. That’s what brothers do. They take up for one another.”
If Dad doesn’t stop talking, I swear, I’m going to explode. My eyes stay glued to his face as he paces in front of the door. Finally he walks up on me and points a finger in my face.
“Let’s just skip all of the preliminary stuff. Lamar, did you pull that alarm?”
“Yes! I pulled the stupid alarm and I’d do it again! Because I want X to know I hate his guts, okay? There. I said it.”
Xavier frowns and points a stiff finger at me. “You pulled the alarm? You knew how important this was for me, Lamar! You ruined everything!”
I holler back. “You ruined everything first, Xavier! Dad, why don’t you ask him how I got this black eye? He should know, since he gave it to me! Is that what brothers do? Is it?”
Heads turn to face X. As Dad’s eyes move to the corner where Xavier stands, his face grimaces even more.
“You put your hands on your brother?”
Officer Perkins clears his throat. “Let’s take a breath, okay? Mr. Washington, I’ll let you handle that situation at home. Lamar, you’re going to watch the surveillance tape and walk me through exactly what you did.”
“Yes, sir.”
Mason moves to a high-tech area in his office. Four small televisions with video recorders beneath them are still filming the hallways of the YMCA. He pushes buttons on a remote and the pictures change. Now all the TVs show the time as 5:40 and today’s date stamped at the top of the screen.
Everyone stands in front of the surveillance televisions. Officers Perkins and Dyson squeeze between Xavier, Dad, and me as Mason puts the remote on his desk and explains how everything works.
“Okay, Lamar, we’re going to watch the computer room hall first, because you had to pass it on your way to the fire alarm. And it will give us a timeline.”
We stare at an empty hall on the monitor for several minutes. Suddenly, Billy and I show up. Officer Perkins goes berserk.
“Stop the tape!”
He folds his arms and gets in my face. “Please tell me that is not Billy Jenks.”
I don’t answer.
Chapter Twenty
Officer Perkins mumbles and paces. “You didn’t mention anything about an accomplice. What are you doing hanging out with Billy Jenks? Don’t you know he’s trouble?”
I don’t know what to say.
“Answer him!” Dad yells.
I squint at Officer Perkins. “You’re wrong about Billy. He was just my lookout guy. He promised to give me a signal if someone came down the hall. That’s it.”
Officer Perkins shakes his head. “I know Billy very well, Lamar. There’s no such thing as ‘that’s it’ when he’s involved.”
I panic. “Well, it is this time. I swear. He was only there to make sure my dad didn’t come around the corner and catch me pulling the alarm.”
Xavier steps toward me. “You’re lying, Lamar! You are so dead!”
Officer Perkins points at my brother. “Xavier, sit down! Let me handle this, please.”
Dad takes Xavier by the arm and drags him to a row of chairs against the wall.
Mason refocuses us. “Okay, Lamar, you said Billy was your lookout guy?”
I nod. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you. I didn’t know the alarm was connected to a sprinkler system. I bet Billy didn’t either. He probably freaked just like I did and ran outside. I was on my way to find him when you caught me.”
Officer Perkins shakes his head. “Mason, turn the tape back on. Lamar, talk me through what I’m watching.”
I nod again. “Sure.”
As the picture comes in, it shows me and Billy in the hall, and I tell everything about that afternoon.
“We stopped to go over last-minute details. I got nervous and Billy thought I was backing out. I promised him I wasn’t, and he promised to be in the hall for me, looking out.”
I cut my eyes to Dad and X. Dad is statue still. Xavier bites his bottom lip. I stand closer to Officer Perkins, just in case Xavier comes at me.
Mason nods. “Okay, I’m going to switch screens. The second television records activities around the fire alarm.”
He reaches for his remote, but Officer Perkins grabs his wrist. “Wait.”
All eyes turn back to the television screen and watch Billy pull a nail file from his back pocket. He checks the hall one more time before walking up to the computer room door. He inserts the nail file in the lock, jiggles it back and forth, then leans in to listen. I can tell he hears something, because he stops and turns the knob. The door opens. Billy goes in and shuts the door behind him.
I’m paralyzed, physically and mentally. I can’t figure out what’s going on. This wasn’t part of the plan.
Officer Perkins slams his hand on top of Mason’s desk.
“Stop the tape!”
He turns to me. “Why is Billy picking the lock on the computer room door, Lamar?”
My breaths shorten as reality unfolds in front of me. Billy had another plan, totally separate from mine. Which he conveniently forgot to mention.
Officer Perkins puts his hand on my chair. “Lamar, I asked you a question.”
I shake my head, shrug, show Officer Perkins the palms of my hands, and tell the truth.
“I don’t know. We didn’t talk about this. He never said anything about going into the computer room. He’s supposed to be in the hall looking out like he promised.”
Officer Perkins sighs. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Lamar.” He turns to Mason. “Switch to the computer room camera.”
Mason presses buttons on his remote. The video shows a windowless room with desks and laptop computers. Billy enters. He scans, lifts his shirt, and removes a square object wrapped
in plastic.
“What the heck is that?” I ask.
Mason gets closer to the television. His eyes widen. “You gotta be kidding me!”
He dashes out of the room. I call to him.
“What? What’s going on?”
When Mason doesn’t answer, I stare at the screen and watch Billy pull the plastic off a new black gym bag. He unzips it and quickly fills the bag with laptops. The fire alarm goes off and water pours from the ceiling. Billy zips the bag, reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out a baseball cap to cover his head. He stands and walks to the door.
My eyes bulge. I point at the screen. “He’s stealing the computers!”
The camera continues to scan the room but pauses at the computer room door. My body tightens as I look through the tinted glass and watch the replay of my terrible first encounter with Mason. I watch Billy cup his hands to the glass and witness my drama. Once I run and Mason chases me, Billy opens the computer room door and leaves.
My heart pumps double time. I whip my head to the side to see the expression on my father’s face. He won’t look at me. I turn back to Officer Perkins.
“Billy said he was going to be my lookout guy. He promised. He helped me plan my every move. I thought he was my friend.”
Officer Perkins turns on his radio but raises an eyebrow at me. “Do you still think he’s your friend?” He pulls the radio to his mouth. “This is Perkins, badge five-four-three-nine. I need an officer to bring in Billy Jenks for questioning on a possible robbery. We’ll also need a search warrant for his place of residence to hopefully recover four stolen computers, over.” He turns back to me.
“I’m one-hundred-percent sure you had nothing to do with the robbery, but pulling a fire alarm without cause is a crime.” He pulls a pair of handcuffs from his belt and reaches for my right wrist.
“Lamar Washington, I’m placing you under arrest.”
Clink. Clink.
My body tightens. “Dad, help me! It was just a stupid prank!”
Dad’s eyes water. His hands rest on his hips. He shoves them into his pocket. Seconds later, his arms fold across his chest. And then, they rest on his hips again.
“There’s nothing I can do, Lamar. Pulling a fire alarm is not a prank. It’s a crime.”
“But I didn’t know!”
Officer Perkins asks for silence as he reads me my rights. “Do you understand what I just read, Lamar?”
I wipe my eyes. “Yes, sir.”
He turns to Dad. “I’m sorry, Mr. Washington. I have to book him. You can meet us downtown. He should be ready in an hour or so.”
Perkins and Dyson escort me down the flooded hall. We approach the exit doors. I look out at the crowd of soggy people standing in the grass, waiting in the parking lot. Officer Perkins opens the door. A thousand sets of eyes stare at me.
Coming out in handcuffs makes me instant gossip, tried and found guilty by appearance.
My face warms in shame. I hear two women whisper as I pass by.
“His mother would turn over in her grave.”
I tighten my jaw so I don’t cry. Sergio steps out of the crowd and stands in front of me.
“Lamar, what happened?”
He’s dressed in a Holiday World T-shirt and cap.
I shake my head. “I’m sorry, bro. I can’t go. I’ll make it up to you.”
“You can’t make it up to me! It’s my birthday, Lamar. You messed up my birthday!”
Officer Perkins points at Sergio. “Move.”
I can’t hold it any longer. I burst into tears in front of the whole town of Coffin.
Officer Perkins palms my afro and pushes it down as I bend to sit in the backseat. “Watch your head, son.”
The siren blares. Reflections of revolving red and blue lights flash off cars and clothing as we leave the parking lot. The silence inside the squad car is louder than the music at Striker’s.
At the police station, I’m fingerprinted and photographed before they allow me to leave with Dad. Officer Perkins tells us that the judge has referred me to a resolution council called the Coffin Accountability Board. I see them tomorrow, and they will hand down my punishment.
As Officer Perkins and Dad talk, I wonder if this Accountability Board is going to send me away. In the middle of my freak-out, Dad grabs a handful of my shirt.
“Let’s go.”
Xavier’s in the front seat. I slide into the back. Once we’re inside, Xavier begins to talk, but Dad holds up his hand and breaks X off in one low tone.
“I don’t want to hear from you right now.”
No radio, no conversation, nothing. X fixes the mirror on his sun visor to stare at me. I try to avoid his looks, but it’s so hard. I’m in trouble. I’m in big trouble.
Dad pulls up to the curb. I rush up the steps. Xavier sprints after me. Before I can open the door, he snatches my collar and rams me against the outside wall. I struggle to break free. There’s evil in his eyes, and I brace for another painful beat-down.
Dad’s huge arm appears on Xavier’s shoulder. He spins him around and pins him to the screen door. “It’s over. Do you hear me? All of this pay-back mess is over.”
Dad gets in Xavier’s face. “If you ever put your hands on your brother again, I’m going to put my hands on you. Are you taking your medication? Answer me, Xavier!”
Tears flow down my brother’s face. “It makes me sleepy. And it makes me sick to my stomach. I can’t play ball like that.” His head lowers. “It doesn’t matter, Dad. The scouts were there today. They won’t come back. I’ll never pass algebra. Lamar ruined everything.”
Dad fumbles with his keys to unlock the front door. “Stop saying that! Everything is not ruined! We’ll figure out something, but right now, bring me your medicine!”
X shuffles to his room. Dad turns to me. I tremble, watching his chest move up and down as air enters and exits his flared nostrils. He lifts his finger toward my bedroom door.
“Go wait for me.”
I sit on the edge of my unmade bed and wait. I’m wheezing like crazy, so I take a quick puff of my inhaler. I’ve got yesterday’s clothes sprawled on the floor. My feet are still wet inside my shoes. I want to take them off, but I’m scared to do anything.
Dad appears in my doorway with Xavier’s prescription bottle in his hand. He scans my room, comes inside, and sits at my desk. With arms folded across his chest, he fires the first question.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
“It wasn’t supposed to go down like that, Dad. I didn’t know about the sprinklers.”
“Your brother is devastated, and rightfully so. Your boneheaded, idiotic prank wasn’t funny. Worst of all, you’ve labeled yourself. Do you know what that means?”
I look at him. “What?”
“People will whisper about you for the rest of your life. They’ll call you a thug, a juvenile delinquent, a troublemaker, bad news.”
I stand and pace. “That’s not fair. I’m not a thug. A guy can only get dogged so much before he can’t take anymore. I had enough, Dad, and I wanted X to get the message.”
I plop on my bed again, grab a handful of my blanket, and twist it.
“I had to get even with him for what he did to me.”
Dad’s eyebrows move closer together. “You’re talking about your eye, right?”
I feel the tears coming from behind my eyes. The wells fill before I have a chance to prepare.
“Did you really think I’d volunteer my space on the mantel? Did you? I’m not going to tell you what X did. Let me show you.”
I yank off my shirt and watch Dad’s expression change from curiousity to shock. He glares at my bruised chest and sides. Before he can say anything, I put my shirt back on because those scars don’t hurt nearly as bad as what I’m about to show him.
I gently lift Mom’s Post-it from my nightstand and give it to him. His face wrinkles worse than the crumpled edges of the tiny note. His eyes tear up, but I’m too angry t
o care.
“How do you think that happened, Dad?”
I can’t hold it. I clamp my teeth to hold on, but I can’t. The longer I stare at Mom’s note, the harder I cry. The uncontrolled outburst angers me. I wipe my face hard with the bottom of my shirt.
“Why can’t you see what’s up? X has everything. That note was all I had of Mom, but X took that, too. And what happens? I get blamed. I’m a thug now because I fought back.”
“Why didn’t you talk to me, Lamar?”
“About what? About who? Your beloved Xavier the Basketball Savior? I try to make you proud, Dad, but all you care about is my breathing treatments and my inhaler.”
“That’s not true, Lamar. I talk to you about a lot of things.”
“No you don’t! What have we ever done together? When have we just kicked it, you know, sat around and talked like you and X do all the time?”
“I talk to you about bowling together, I ask about Sergio, and—”
I cut him off. I’ve got so much to say and I need to say it.
“I made the honor roll every semester last year. I showed you my report card. Where was my celebration steak dinner? Mom would have done something. She believed in me.”
I take her note from his hand. “She even put it in writing.”
Dad grimaces. “So she would have approved of how you handled this situation? You think your mom would be proud of you right now, Lamar?”
I try to reply. “Mom would say…I’m sure she would say…”
The clock rings midnight in the living room.
Clang!…Clang!…Clang!…
Each chime sounds like my conscience. Would Mom be proud?
No…no…no…
I collapse on my bed, grab my head with both hands, and wail it out. Dad’s fingers slide across my shoulders, and we cry together.
“I miss her, too, Lamar. I miss her so much.”
We sit on my bed, shoulder to shoulder. I tell Dad everything. I tell him about my drama with Sergio. I even mention how Dr. Avery refused to give me any supermeds to play soccer.
“Soccer? Why would you try out for soccer?”
I begin to cry again. “See, there was this girl.”
A half grin slides across Dad’s face. “Say no more. Girls will make you do stupid stuff like stand on your head and recite the Pledge of Allegiance. Yeah, I did that in fourth grade.”
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