Shai's POV

Because of all the interviews they were doing in the school Eddie and Detective Tanaki had set up a mini investigation office in one of the vacant classrooms. I walked by it before first period Monday morning, and it took all my will power not to slip inside and see exactly what the police knew. I hoped it was more than us, because we had nothing whatsoever.

Questions and theories chased each other around and around my head as I dug through my locker looking for my geometry workbook. Slamming my locker shut I heard a strange noise coming from the girl's bathroom across the hall. When I moved closer I distinguished the sound as choked sobs. Curious, I ducked inside.

The bathroom appeared to be empty, save for whoever was crying in the last stall. I cautiously knocked on the stall door, "Is everything okay in there?" I asked hesitantly. I heard the sobs subside slightly and then a very quiet voice answered, "I'm fine." I waited a moment, trying to place the voice.

"Pamela?" I called finally. Pamela Castor was Elizabeth's younger sister. I had met her a few times, even tutored her in French. She was in the year below me and I figured she had gone home with her parents.

"What are you doing here? I thought you went home?"

Instead of answering my questions, Pamela slid the lock on the stall back and she emerged rather timidly. Her face red and tear streaked. She looked a lot like her sister; short and skinny, red hair, freckles. Except her eyes were a piercing blue while Elizabeth's had been brown.

"Why were you crying?" I asked her. She blanched and said in an urgent whisper, "I'm scared. I told the police bad things." Then she clamped her hand over her mouth like she had just let loose a terrible secret she was meant to keep. "Pamela, what are you talking about? What bad things?" My voice clearly showed my alarm.

She slowly lowered her hand and color returned to her face, too much color, her face was as red as her hair now. She fixed me with a steely gaze that I was unused to from her. "She was scared." Pamela was whispering again, but this time her voice was harder. "She was scared of your little group. How you were always sneaking around whispering, she wanted to know what you were up to. And she was close too…" She continued to stare at me, unblinking. "Is that why one of you killed her?" She hissed.

I was so shocked I stood there frozen for several long minutes. The bell ringing for us to start class was what finally knocked me out if my stupor. I stumbled out of the bathroom, never taking my eyes off of Pamela.

I headed down the hall as fast as I could without actually running. Only one thought was stuck in my head, I need to tell Sibuna

….. .

However as I was taking my seat in Ms. Dwyer's geometry class I had my doubts. Maybe telling Sibuna wasn't the best option, after all I didn't know if Pamela was telling the truth, and if I said that someone suspected one of us it might cause trouble. We'd turn against each other and throw the entire investigation. No, it was better if I just kept what happened today to myself. After all, Pamela sounded pretty off-her-rocker, maybe even she didn't really know what she was saying.

The school day seemed to drag on, each minute felt like a hundred. I needed to have a nice long look at that investigation board something was still bugging me. I was just showing my bag into my locker when Sophie sprinted up to me, flushed and out of breath.

"What's wrong?" I asked when her breathing evened out. She was obviously very distressed. "It's Milo." She practically yelled, attracting a few odd looks. "What about him?" Sophie looked about ready to cry, "They arrested him!" She wailed. "They think he killed Elizabeth. I stood there stock still, I couldn't quite comprehend what was going. "Come on!" She yelled again, growing impatient. She seized my arm and pulled me out into the school yard. The day was overcast and I heard thunder rumble in the distance. Was there any way to get Milo out of this, I wondered as Sophie continued to drag me along the road towards town.