Dream Chasers. Barbara Fradkin

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      “Officially we’re calling it a simple disappearance,” Sullivan said, “and we haven’t ruled that out. The mother is the overprotective type, so the kid may have just run off with some boy, and she’ll get in touch with her mother when she comes up for air.”

      Green could hear the roar of traffic in the background and the sound of Sullivan drinking, probably his morning coffee. He’d caught his friend on his way to work. “You don’t sound convinced.” “Well, her friends say she’s not the type to let her mother worry like this. We know she lied to her mother about where she was going, said she had a play to rehearse, but there was no such thing. So she may have gone to meet someone secretly instead.”

      “That still leaves all of yesterday unaccounted for.”

      “Yeah. That’s the worrisome thing.”

      “Any lead on a boyfriend?”

      “Not yet.” Green heard the suspicion in Sullivan’s tone. Neither needed reminding that when a woman meets with foul play, her male partner is the most likely culprit.

      “That’s why the media blitz,” Sullivan added. “So if it is a case of innocent lovers running off, we’re hoping one or both of them will come forward.”

      “Who’s lead?”

      “Ron Leclair took it over.”

      Green winced. Leclair was the sergeant in charge of the missing persons unit. In Green’s opinion, he had his eyes too firmly fixed on the next rung of the ladder to watch what he was stepping in. However, if this became a high profile case, it could make his career. Provided the girl was found alive. Which meant Ron Leclair would pull out all the stops in his power to ensure she was.

      “Have you got enough men assigned?” Sullivan chuckled.

      “The guys back here do know how to wipe their asses without you, Mike. I’ll tell them you’ve okayed whatever we need. But for now, it’s MisPers’ call.”

      “For now.” Before Green could say more, the car door opened, and Sharon peered in. She didn’t say a word, but the reproach in her dark eyes spoke volumes.

      Two

      Jenna Zukowski thought she’d made very good time, but when she arrived at Pleasant Park High School, she found the parking lot almost full and police everywhere. The media vans and cameras were being held at bay across the street by a cordon of determined police officers. One, a hulking bruiser with a Hitler mustache, stood at the entrance to the lot, snapping out orders to his minions. He stopped her as she tried to turn into the drive and leaned in her window, his eyes flicking over the car’s interior. She felt her face burn with embarrassment at the jumble of fast food wrappers and coffee cups scattered everywhere, but beneath the peak of his black cap, the cop’s face remained expressionless.

      “I’m Sergeant Gates. What’s your business here, ma’am?”

      Jenna felt the familiar flush spread further up her cheeks. Her body’s betrayal added fuel to her indignation. What were all these police doing here, intimidating innocent people, when they should be out looking for the monster who preyed on women in the streets? For she had no doubt Lea Kovacev was dead. The police were lying to the public in order to prevent panic, and probably to cover up their own incompetence, because they would never have called in this three-ringed circus if they thought Lea was a simple runaway. God knows, Jenna had never been able to get them interested in any of the cases she’d dealt with.

      “I’m the school board social worker assigned to this school,” she replied stiffly. “The principal called me early this morning and requested my help with the students.”

      The police officer’s eyes remained expressionless. “What kind of help?”

      The flush deepened, and she clutched the steering wheel to hide her shaking. “Supportive counselling, answering questions the students might have. When an event like this occurs, the whole student body tends to get upset, particularly those who knew the girl well.”

      “Our own officers will be conducting interviews throughout the day, ma’am. I advise you not to discuss any particulars with the students that might influence their statements, and if any of them have information pertinent to the case, no matter how trivial it appears, please direct them to one of our officers.”

      She inclined her head slightly, not trusting herself to speak through her outrage. Who’s going to speak to me at all if they know I’m going to turn them over to the cops, she thought as he waved her through. Ever hear of client confidentiality, officer?

      Inside the school, the secretary directed her to the staff room, where the principal, Mr. Prusec, had called a meeting. When Jenna entered, she was greeted by a sea of tense faces. She saw her own pessimism reflected in them.

      “Above all,” the principal was saying in his nasal singsong, “the schedule for classes and exams should carry on. The students need routine and a sense of normalcy, and even if they’re upset, their exams will distract them and give them something to focus on other than their worries.”

      This announcement drew grim nods from some teachers and exclamations of disbelief from others. “What if they can’t concentrate!” a young woman said. “It won’t be fair to them.”

      “Then we’ll take that into account when assigning their marks. And anyone too visibly upset to work should be quietly sent to the guidance office. We’ll have all our guidance staff,” Mr. Prusec paused to gesture offhandedly at Jenna, “plus our board social worker here, available to provide assistance. But we don’t want a stampede.”

      “There are media and cops all over the place,” said another teacher, whom Jenna recognized as Mrs. Lucas. Jenna had never dealt with her directly before, but she had a reputation as a tough, no-nonsense veteran. One of those fossils who’d been teaching since before Jenna was born. “The kids will have questions.”

      “I’ll make a short announcement over the PA just before classes start, telling them what we know, which is essentially nothing at this point—” he stared hard at them in warning, “and informing them that if they have relevant information, they should let their teacher know, so that an interview can be scheduled with the police.”

      Jenna pictured the chaos that would ensue from that request. Breathless with apprehension, she jumped in. “I think teachers should just steer everyone to the guidance office and let us decide if the police should be brought in. Otherwise, if students have to approach the teacher in front of their peers, there will be all kinds of rumours, questions and pressure.”

      Mrs. Lucas fixed her with a withering stare. “I think we know how to speak to a student privately.”

      Jenna felt another flush building and fought it in vain. It was her Achilles’ heel, betraying her self-doubt and undermining her attempts at professionalism at the very worst times. She was twenty years younger than most of the teachers in the room, and despite her MSW and her clinical training, few of them thought she knew a damn thing about human nature.

      To add to her humiliation, it was the principal who rescued her. The perfect incarnation of white, СКАЧАТЬ