Reunion Mission. Virginia Vaughan
This is a murder, and homicide is my jurisdiction.”
Matt turned to look at him, the territorial protective vibe going again. This was his investigation. Claire was his friend. It was all about him, wasn’t it? “Luke was a DEA informant, and I’m still investigating a drug ring operating out of this school. I would like to be kept involved.” He could tell the detective wasn’t happy about his role and he wasn’t surprised, but he was also sure it had less to do with him being DEA than with him being Claire’s ex.
“Look, I’m not just some guy off the street. I’m an old friend of Claire’s and I don’t want to see anything happen to her.”
“Oh, I know exactly who you are,” Preston countered, turning to stare right into Matt’s face. “You’re the scumbag who wrapped his car around a telephone pole on prom night, then left Claire battered and brokenhearted while you took off to join the army.”
Matt shouldered his tirade. It wasn’t exactly correct. He hadn’t left Claire in the car. It had been weeks later that he’d left town when his prayers to God for her recovery went unanswered. He hadn’t been on speaking terms with the Almighty since. But Preston got the gist of the story correct, and who was Matt to squabble over details. He’d caused the wreck, then had left her when his guilt got too heavy to bear.
But that didn’t change today’s situation. Claire was in danger, and he wasn’t stepping aside this time.
“That was a long time ago.”
“That’s right, it was. Your connection to Claire ended the moment you walked out on her.” Preston turned and knelt to examine the body.
Enough talk. Matt got serious. “You are aware that Luke was dead long before he supposedly sent Claire that text message?”
“We haven’t even determined time of death yet.”
“I’ve seen my share of bodies. That boy has been dead at least four hours. Claire said she received the text an hour ago. Someone wanted her to come here, possibly just to find Luke, but maybe for more than that. Her life is in danger, and if you think I’m going to leave until I know she’s safe, then you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
Matt walked out, leaving him to process the crime scene. He focused on trying to calm down, but it was a daunting task given the surge of adrenaline that had pulsed through his veins from the moment he’d heard that first scream, and reinforced from the realization that the woman on top of him had once been the love of his life. It had taken all his strength to pull away from her and lead her to a chair in the school’s office, but his instincts had kicked in, reminding him that his priority had to be preserving the scene and that meant getting Claire out of the area as soon as possible.
Preston’s men would go over every detail of that room and the body, but Matt didn’t need an autopsy report to tell him what he already knew.
The killer had lured Claire into that classroom.
* * *
It didn’t take long from the time the police arrived for a crowd to form outside the school. Onlookers appeared along with the television news teams.
Claire peeked out the window and saw the three local news channels all setting up in front of the school. She noticed many of the students and the worry on their faces. When she turned on the television in the office, the news channels were reporting a body was found at the high school, but they had not identified it as a student.
What would happen to those kids when they learned one of their own was dead? When they heard it was Luke Thompson who’d been killed? They would be devastated.
You killed Luke with your meddling.
Those words rushed back to her and she shuddered. She’d only wanted to help Luke, not get him killed.
Chills ran up her spine. She might have been lying beside Luke if Matt hadn’t arrived. But what was he doing at the school? She wasn’t surprised to see him in town, since she knew his sister, Alisa, was getting married in two weeks and most of the family was returning for the wedding. But what had he been doing at the school on a Sunday afternoon?
She realized those were the same questions he’d asked of her. Only, she’d told him why she was there. He had yet to explain his presence. She’d been so thankful he was there that she hadn’t even thought to question him about why he’d come.
The roar of the crowd outside grew louder as the front door to the school pushed open and she saw Principal Spencer enter. He let the door close behind him as he headed into the office.
“Claire. What are you doing here? The news is saying a body was found on campus?”
“It was one of our students, Luke Thompson.”
“Luke? What do they think happened?”
“Someone killed him. I found his body and someone was there. He tried to grab me.”
Principal Spencer’s face was instantly full of concern for her. “Are you hurt? How did you get away?”
“Someone else rescued me. I don’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t arrived when he did.”
“Has anyone notified Luke’s parents? They’ll be devastated.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll go find out. Will you start calling the faculty and let them know what’s happened? We’ll need to coordinate a response, arrange for counselors and such.”
“Certainly.”
She hadn’t thought about calling anyone, not even him. She supposed that was why he was the principal. He had a take-charge attitude and remained calm during a time of crisis.
She found a phone list on the secretary’s desk and began making calls.
* * *
Matt returned to the classroom and stared at the body on the floor. He couldn’t help thinking what a shame it was that someone so young was gone. Yes, he’d seen death before—too many times before—but it still struck him as tragic. This kid was only seventeen at best, much too young to have been caught up in drugs and drug rings. But it was an all too common tale, he’d discovered since coming to work for the DEA. Kids and drugs. Devastated lives. Shattered families. He was tired of the senselessness of it all.
Preston stood over the body, examining it. “It looks like his throat was slit. We’ll have to wait for an autopsy report, but I suspect that will be the cause of death.”
Matt had to concur. He, too, suspected Luke’s throat was cut, but an autopsy would tell them how quickly he died. Was this the work of an experienced killer or an amateur? The answer to that question would provide them leads in finding the person responsible.
Preston stood. “We haven’t located the murder weapon yet, but I’ll have my guys conduct a search.”
“We should start along the path he took when he ran out. It’s possible he tossed the weapon when he ran.”
Preston nodded. “That could include the parking lot and the woods behind the school.” He stared out the window at the crowd already gathered. “And the area has already been contaminated. I’ll have someone clear out this crowd.” Preston got on the radio and issued his instructions for the search.
A uniformed officer poked his head through the door and addressed Preston. “The school principal is here. He’d like to speak with someone.”
Preston nodded. “Tell him I’ll be right out.”
Matt followed Preston into the hallway. A tall, sandy-haired man was waiting for them. He extended his hand. “I’m Bill Spencer, principal of Lakeshore High School. Can you tell me what happened?”
Preston took the lead. “Only that the body of one of your students was discovered in this classroom. We suspect foul play.”
“Claire