The entire drama club was excused from the first period the next day. They met up in the auditoruim, and they sat on the stage. They sat in silence. A few people were on their phones others were staring off into nothingness. By now, everyone knew what was found at the search party.

Ms. Albright entered the auditoruim. She had obviously been crying. "Hey, guys," she said. "I'm sure you all heard what was found last night. I hope that none of you were there when they found the body. I was there, but I didn't get a glimpse at the body. They were bagging it up by the time I got to the front of the crowd."

"This might be a controversial choice, but I think we should go forward with the play," Ms. Albright said, wiping tears away from her eyes. "It's what Martin would have wanted. All proceeds from the play will go to paying for Martin's funeral."

"I'm opening up the rest of the period if anyone needs to talk," Ms. Albright said. "If you need to go to your first class, you may. If you just want to hang out, that's also okay. Maybe you have an assignment to do, or you want to run a scene. I just want this to be a chill safe place for the next hour and a half."

Everyone just returned to their own devices. Some people took Ms. Albright up on her off. Abby, Leah, and Cal snuck off into the girl's dressing room. Unless people were getting changed, no one was strict about who is in the dressing rooms. Cal made sure to shut the door.

"Simon told me that there's still someone from the original Creekwood production of Oliver! still lives here," Leah said. "Larry Cullen. He played Fagan in that production. It might not be connected, but Martin was also going to play Fagan."

"Why would we go after Martin for that?" Abby said. "But we need to find Larry and question him."

"Okay," Cal said. They quietly snuck out of the theater. No one noticed them leaving since they were too busy. They saw Mr. Cullen in the hallway, mopping the floor. He was an older gentleman with greying black hair and green eyes.

"Hey," Cal called. Mr. Cullen looked at him. "We have a few questions for you. I know you played Fagan the night of the fire of eighty-two. We just have a few questions, and it won't take long."

Mr. Cullen shook his head and walked off. A bottle of red spray paint fell from his cart. In the archway to the male's bathroom, there was a caution wet floor sign. "Do you think he did something?" Abby asked.

"One way to find out," Cal sighed. He entered the bathroom and looked around. Another threat was written over the stalls. All of the doors were closed, and appeared to be locked. It took a moment to see what the message was saying.

'Can't wait to see the play. Shame what happened to Martin, but I'm sure you'll make due. It's going to be an unforgettable night.'