"The general feeling toward violence at Juvenex is apathy." Penhall said.
"So…" Fuller led him on.
"So, once again, it could be anyone in the school." Penhall said, as he exasperatedly sat.
Fuller leaned in.
"What's wrong with Hanson?" he whispered.
Penhall looked across the room, at Hanson's desk, where Hanson was curled up in a ball on his chair.
Penhall shrugged.
"This case is really getting to him."
"Hm," Fuller looked worried.
An idea struck Penhall.
"You know how Hanson seems to have developed neurosis?" he excitedly said.
"Yeah?"
"There's this group, Teen Issues, where the worst kids in the school get together to talk about their issues…"
"Hence the name,"
"Right. If we can get Hanson in there…"
Fuller nodded.
"Good thinking."
Fuller immediately and gracefully returned to his office.
Penhall sighed.
'Of course, he leaves it to me.'
Penhall reluctantly stood, and strolled over to Hanson.
"Hey." Penhall leaned against Hanson's desk.
Hanson gave a nod of acknowledgment.
"Are you okay? You seem a little…"
"Tense?"
"Yeah,"
"This case just freaks me out, it's nothing."
Penhall could tell Hanson was lying.
"Do you think there's a reason it freaks you out?"
Hanson vigorously shook his head. He seemed a little too adverse to the idea.
Penhall sighed.
"So, you know about Teen Issues?"