Detective Vorman walked back to his office, confident he had solved another crime, though a rather small one. He would have preferred to spend his time chasing drug dealers and serious criminals.
Chapter 23
At 3:15 Monday afternoon, Detective Vorman arrived at the school and went to Mrs. Gladwell’s office. He waited as she walked to a classroom on the second floor and pulled Jonah Finn out of last period study hall. Jonah, who had already endured a half-day suspension, mumbled, “What’s the matter now?” as he followed her from the room.
“Just follow me,” she said, and the two walked without a word back to her office. They waited in the reception area by Miss Gloria’s desk as the last bell rang and the students rushed out of the building. During the chaos of dismissal, Jonah and Mrs. Gladwell stepped into her office and closed the door. Vorman stood, flashed a badge, and said, “Are you Jonah Finn?”
He replied, “Yes.” He looked at Mrs. Gladwell for help.
“Have a seat,” Vorman said. “I’d like to ask you some questions.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Maybe.”
Jonah sat down and put his backpack in his lap. He was obviously frightened and not sure what to do or say.
Vorman sat on the edge of the desk and looked down at Jonah. It was not a fair fight. A tough cop in a dark suit and a frightful scowl glaring down at a scared, skinny kid with bangs in his eyes. Vorman knew exactly where the conversation was going; Jonah wasn’t so sure.
The detective began: “We’re investigating a burglary that happened last week at a computer store downtown, Big Mac’s Systems, and I just have a few routine questions. That’s all.”
Jonah took a deep breath, almost gasped, and dropped his head. He stared at the floor, his mouth open in shock. Vorman had never seen a guiltier face. “That cell phone you got busted with this morning, where did you get it?”
“Uh, I bought it.”
Vorman opened his notepad, licked his pen, and asked, “Okay, who’d you buy it from?”
“Uh, some guy named Randy.”
Vorman scribbled on his notepad and asked, “How much did you pay for it?”
“Uh, fifty dollars.”
“The phone was stolen from Big Mac’s. Did you know it was stolen when you bought it?”
“No, sir, I swear.”
“What’s Randy’s last name?”
“Uh, I’m not sure.”
“Do you know where he lives? Where I can find him and go talk to him?”
“No, sir.”
“Okay, so this mysterious guy Randy just pops up and offers to sell you a brand-new SmartPhone for fifty bucks, one that’s valued at three hundred, and you don’t think it might be stolen?”
“No, sir.”
“That’s not too smart on your part, is it?”
“I guess not.”
“Are you lying to me?”
“No, sir.”
“If you lie to me, Jonah, things will only get much worse.”
“I’m not lying.”
“I think you are.”
Jonah shook his head, his bangs flopping in his eyes.
Vorman had spent years questioning tough criminals, men who could tell great lies with sincere faces. This kid was nowhere close to being believable. “The thief, or thieves, who broke into Big Mac’s also took some tablets and laptops. Did Randy offer to sell you a brand-new tablet or laptop?”
“No, sir.”
“Have you ever seen a Linx 0–4 Tablet?”
Jonah shook his head, his eyes still watching the floor.
“You know the school has the right to inspect your backpack and your locker,” Vorman said, moving in for the kill. “Do you understand that?”
“I guess.”
“Good. Let’s take a look inside your backpack.”
“What are you looking for?” Jonah asked.
“More stolen goods.” Vorman reached for the backpack. Jonah clutched it for a second, then let go. Vorman placed it on Mrs. Gladwell’s desk and slowly unzipped it. He removed textbooks, notebooks, a video game magazine, and then a tablet. A Linx 0–4. He held it up, examined it, and said, “Jonah, you lied to me. Where did this come from?”
Jonah leaned forward and placed both elbows on both knees, his head hanging low.
Vorman pressed on: “Jonah where did you get this? Did your brother give it to you?”
No response.
“Okay, let’s go have a look inside your locker.”
At about the same time, a mile away at the high school, Detective Hamilton introduced himself to Jessie Finn. They were in the principal’s office, a few minutes after the final bell. Jessie’s backpack was on the desk, unopened.
“I’d like to ask you a few questions,” Hamilton began with a friendly smile. The principal, Mr. Trussel, was sitting at his desk, watching.
“About what?” Jessie asked with a sneer. He had been through the Youth Court system once and didn’t like cops, or judges, or even lawyers for that matter.
“Do you have a brother named Jonah?”
“That’s an easy question.”
“Then answer it.”
“Yes.”
“Thought so. We have Jonah in custody right now, caught him with a stolen Excell 7 SmartPhone and three Linx 0-4s, one in his backpack, the other two still in boxes in his locker. Any idea where he got them?”
Jessie flinched, though he tried to seem unmoved. The color drained from his face and it was pale. He shook his head, no.
“Didn’t think so,” Hamilton said. “We checked the registration numbers and we know where they came from. Do you Jessie?”
“No.”
“Well, Jessie, at this moment your little brother is one scared boy. He’s talking, singing like a bird, and he says that breaking into Big Mac’s was all your idea, says he didn’t want to do it, but you pressured him because you needed some help in hauling away all of the laptops, cell phones, and tablets. What do you think about that, Jessie? He’s not a very tough kid, is he? I mean, he’s your brother and he began ratting on you before we could even put the handcuffs on him.”
“Handcuffs?” Jessie said with a dry, husky voice, his face confused and scared.
“Yep, and I’ve got a pair for you, too. Just hang on. Your little brother says that you two broke into the store through a back window last Tuesday night and took about a dozen cell phones, six fifteen-inch laptops, and ten Linx 0–4 Tablets. Says you guys were in the store less than five minutes because you had scoped out the place and knew where things were, plus you knew how to dodge the security cameras. Any of this ring a bell, Jessie?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I think you do. Can I look inside your backpack?”
“Go right ahead,” Jessie said, and shoved it at him. Hamilton unzipped it and slowly removed books, notebooks, a water bottle, a couple of magazines, nothing that appeared to be stolen. Hamilton shrugged and stuffed all of it back into the backpack. “Let’s go take a look at your locker.”
“You can’t do that,” Jessie said.
“Oh really? Why not?”
“It’s a violation of my privacy.”
“Not so fast, Jessie,” Mr. Trussel said as he lifted a piece of paper. “This is a locker rental agreement you signed for the academic year. We don’t require our students to use a locker, but when they choose to do so, they must sign this agreement. This clearly states that you must submit to a search of your locker when asked to do so by the school or the police.”
“Let’s go,” said Detective Hamilton.
Back at the middle school, Detective Vorman and Mrs. Gladwell returned to her office, along with Jonah, who looked as though he was ready to cry. On her desk were the same two tablets she and Vorman had taken from Jonah’s locker earlier in the day.
Vorman said, “We have your brother in custody over at the high school, and he’s saying it was your idea to plant the three Linx Tablets in the locker of Theodore Boone. He’s saying you hacked into the school’s files, got the entry number, and placed the tablets there last Wednesday morning in an effort to frame Theo for the crime. True or false?”