I couldn’t stand over his body any longer. As I waited, I wondered if the blood was on my hands now. If I had dropped this like they told me to, would Gade be alive? I didn’t want him to die. Not really. I’d thought about killing him more than once, but all I really wanted was justice. My stomach sunk, because I knew this was not what my dad would have wanted. The knob on the front door rattled, and two cops walked in, an old fat guy and a girl with blonde hair. I knew the girl. She was a senior my freshman year, but I couldn’t remember her name. “Caleb, you okay?” she asked. “I’m fine.” “Son, what went down here tonight?” “He sent a text that he left some things on his desk for me and when I got here, he was dead.” “Why did you come at three thirty?” “He left a voicemail, too. It was obvious something was wrong.” “What did he leave on his desk?” “Just this.” I pulled up the cross around my neck, so he could see it. “So you messed with the crime scene before you called us?”
