She said, “Jerome had a gun. He might have shot someone.”
“Jerome didn’t shoot nobody.”
This came from the oldest looking of the group.
“Okay, tell me why you think that.”
“Who the hell are you anyway?” said the man.
“I’m a federal cop. And I was there when the man was shot and Jerome was killed. Now I’m looking into it.”
“You kill him?” said the man, with menace in his tone and tensed features. The rest of the group, taking their vibe from him, assumed that same angry posture. Pine could sense the mob mentality emerging just enough to make her situation grow increasingly untenable.
Pine said calmly, “No, I was trying to talk him into dropping the gun. Because he had a gun. I saw it. I’m not saying he did anything with it, but he had it. A Glock. His mother says Jerome never had a gun.”
“She’s right about that. Robot man ain’t never had no gun.”
The rest of the group chortled at this remark.
Pine nodded. “Right. He built robots. He was smart. He said he was going back to school last night to work on robots. Only that apparently didn’t happen. I’d like to understand what did happen. Did any of you see anything? Do you know where he might have gotten the gun?”
“Cops already got their story. They ain’t looking nowhere else.”
“Gang initiation, you mean?” said Pine. “Jerome’s mother told me that’s what the police said. You apparently don’t believe that.”
In a scoffing tone the man said, “’Cause it’s not true. Jerome ain’t in no gang.”
“But was a gang trying to get him to join?”
“Why would they?” said the man. “They got all the meat they need. And you got to look at things smart.”
“How do you mean?”
“Jerome was strong up here,” said the man, pointing to his head. “But with books and robots and shit like that. Thing is, gangs got all the sorts of smarts they need. Jerome ain’t smart that way. Not street way. So what they want is muscle, someone who’s tough and don’t give a shit, and brothers willing to carry a gun and do what needs doing with it. That’s not Jerome. No gang would want him. To them, he’s just a book punk they got no use for.” He grinned and added, “Shit, be like hiring Bill Gates to guard their stash, see what I mean?”
“Okay. Anything else you can tell me? Did any of you see Jerome last night? Did he text or phone any of you saying what he was going to do?”
The people in the group looked at one another. Finally, the youngest of them took a hesitant step forward. “He texted me last night.”
“What time and what did he say?”
The boy pulled out his phone. “Seven ten. He said he got something to do but he didn’t want to do it.”
“Did he say what that was?”
“No. I texted him back and asked him, but he said he can’t tell me. But he said he was worried ’cause it might go all bad.”
“That what might go all bad?”
“He didn’t say.”
She looked at the others. “No one else saw Jerome last night, or talked to him?”
No one said anything in response, though Pine did focus for a moment on a guy around sixteen who stood off to the side. He had been staring at her but then glanced down when she’d asked her question.
“Anybody have the name of someone I should talk to about this? A friend of Jerome’s? Someone he might have confided in?”
Again, no one said anything.
“Well, thanks for the information,” she said.
“Now what you gonna do with it?” snapped the man.
“Follow it to the truth. If Jerome did nothing wrong, then I’ll clear his name. For what that’s worth.”
“Sure you will,” said the man sarcastically. “Cops are cops. All stick together.”
“I’m more of a loner. I’m actually stationed out in Arizona. I’m usually the only cop around out there. I go my own way and sometimes, for better or worse, make my own rules.”
“What you doing here then?”
“Looking for answers.” She eyed him. “Story of my life.”
As she turned and headed back to the house the man called out, “Hey, good luck, Arizona.”
She looked back at him. “I’ll take all the luck I can get.”
Chapter 15
When Pine returned to the house, Blum and Blake were sitting in the front room and Blake was sipping on a cup of tea.
Blum eyed Pine curiously.
“I was just having a chat with some of Jerome’s ‘acquaintances,’ ” she explained as she sat down. “They don’t think he was involved in any gang thing, either.”
Blake bristled. “That ’cause he wasn’t, like I told you. But the police don’t see it that way. I told them Jerome was top of his class. That he was going to college. They looked at me like I was speaking Chinese.”
“That must have made you very upset,” said Blum.
“Damn right it did. But they just gonna sweep it under the rug, you mark my words.”
“Not if I have anything to say about it,” said Pine.
Blake looked at her squarely. “What you gonna do about it? Your boss say back off, then you gonna back off, right?”
“Wrong,” Blum answered for her. “That is not how Agent Pine operates. And she is not part of the local police. She will see this through.”
Pine said, “Is there anything else you can tell us? Did Jerome ever mention someone named Tony Vincenzo?”
Blake shook her head. “Never heard that name. He Mexican?”
“Italian-American.”
“No. Nobody with that name lives around here, least that I know of. And Jerome never mentioned him to me.”
“Until yesterday, did Jerome seem okay?”
“Yeah. He went off to school all happy and everything.”
“But when he got home he was upset. And you don’t think it was about missing questions on a test?”
“I know it wasn’t that.”
“So whatever made him do what he did last night, it happened between the time he left here yesterday morning and when he came home?”
“Must have been,” agreed Blake.
Pine looked at Blum. “So we need to find out what that was.”
“Do we go to his school then?” asked Blum.
“It’s a start.”
The high school was about a half mile from where the Blakes lived. A new football field had been erected, and the façade of the building had been power-washed. And a new adjacent building was set off from the main building. The landscaping looked abundant and well planned out. She hoped the classroom, students, and teachers had gotten the same level of support.
They headed to the main office and Pine’s badge got them in to see the principal.
Her name was Norma Bailey. She was a tall black woman with iron-gray hair pulled back in a severe bun. She had the no-nonsense manner of someone long used to having to corral and attempt to control and finally to teach legions of teenagers.
“I heard about poor Jerome,” she began, her expression full of sadness. “I wish I could say I can’t believe it, but shootings have become so frequent. People just see one on the news and the next day there’s another. People are becoming desensitized to the whole thing, and that is an abysmal development.”
“But you would be surprised it would involve Jerome?” said Pine.
“Yes, I’m afraid I wasn’t clear on that point. Jerome...” She shook her head and touched her trembling lips with a shaky hand before regaining her composure. “He was one of the brightest students we had. He was destined for an important role in life. He would have gone very far. He was an absolute genius in math and science. He could understand things even the teachers couldn’t, and we have two math PhDs here. A certifiable prodigy.”