“Mark Everett, is it true that you and Jared Ejevett had a fight last week?” I interrogated him in the hallway.
“Yeah. What’s it to ya?” I could tell he would be hard to crack.
“His toy cars were stolen this afternoon.”
“I had nuthin’ to do with it.”
“Give me your backpack.”
“What?!” he looked at me like I was crazy.
“I’m searching it.”
“Whatever,” and he brought it to the hall and I checked every single pocket and compartment, even the ones that are cleverly concealed.
No matter how hard I looked, they weren’t in the backpack. “Let me see your desk.”
He led me to it. I searched and searched, even in his pencil case, but there were no toy cars. I had to hurry, I had to crack the case before the day ended, and the suspect took the cars home. Well, next to my second expected suspect – George Hagog.