He was wanted for questioning about the murder. Tom and Claudia were sitting on the couch watching the TV news when his photo flashed across the screen. It was a yearbook photo but somehow it looked like a classic mug shot complete with bad hair and bewildered blood-shot eyes. Janice’s car had been found parked downtown. It was towed from a loading zone near the bus and train stations. Police suspected he had fled the state. “Police are not calling him a suspect in the case, at this time,” the TV newswoman said, with weird inflections in her voice. It certainly didn’t sound like she believed it. “Bullshit he’s not a suspect,” Tom said, turning off the TV. “That’s why he’s on the run.” “How do you know?” Claudia said. “He’s a kid, Tom. Maybe he’s in trouble somewhere.” “He’s 17, sweetheart. That’s close enough to act like a man.”
